We had to have an emergency diaper change mid-home renovation project. No biggie. I’ve got those diaper changes down to 30 seconds. I.am.a.pro.
Mr independent wanted to take his diaper to the trash. Such a big boy. So helpful. What could go wrong?? Literally nothing, that’s an easy job and the dirty diaper is totally tied up and good to go.
I go back to helping tommy replace the horrific lighting fixture. I’m not sure how the original one even passed inspection. There are wires everywhere! And it’s in such a place that’s not easily accessible so we are both in precarious places on ladders and counters.
Then we notice it’s gotten very quiet in Declan’s area…
I poke my head around the corner just in time to see the diaper being opened and it’s precious cargo flung onto the floor.
I should mention he thought it was hilarious.
I can hear the dogs coming. They are like sharks after blood. Good grief.
I scrambled off the counter, onto the ladder and am running full speed through the main level to avoid any further helpfulness.
Just in time.
Thank the Lord.