It’s amazing how disgusting you become as a parent. Seriously – four weeks into it and I already repulse my previous, non-parent self. Today I was driving to the dentist and I saw poop on my fingers (Brandon’s poop, I might want to clarify). As a non-parent, I would have immediately found a sink and cleaned it off. But what did this parent do? Wiped it on my pants. Like that is so much better. Now I have poop on my pants and under my fingernails.
Before I was a parent, I thought it was disgusting when parents would smell their child’s ass to see if they needed to change their diaper. Now I find myself doing it multiple times a day. I don’t want to take off all his clothes just to realize I didn’t need to change his diaper after all. I’m an ass-smelling, poop-covered mommy.
And you would think this would disgust me, but because I’m a parent now, it doesn’t. Instead of being unsanitary, it’s more like a fact of life. Shit happens. I get the saying now. Shit does happen – and when it does, you can either freak out and detour to a convenience store, or you can just wipe it on your pants and keep on driving.