Clean-up at Pharmacy!

– Posted in: Diaper Disaster, Worst Mom Moments

Throwback Thursday time! Chances are, if you’ve cruised the World’s Worst Moms site, you’ve come across this infamous story. But if you haven’t, well, just consider this your lucky day. Say hello to Crystal Rodriguez of We Aren’t Perfect.

My 1-year-old, who is normally very good and usually never fusses, was beyond consolation all morning.  He didn’t want food, drink, bottle, nada. So, like any normal mother, I put him back to bed and let him stew it out in the comfort of his crib. He finally dozed off ten minutes before we had to leave.

When I woke him up, he reached a new level of pissed off. What is his problem? I wondered as he writhed and screeched all the way to Target (I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t grit my teeth a few times in annoyance). But it was there, at the pharmacy counter while discussing my other son’s prescriptions, I found out just what my baby’s problem was.

I had lifted him out of the cart to stand on the counter, hoping it would distract him so I could talk to the pharmacist. And then. . . his diaper fell off. Disintegrated, actually.  It was so wet, the little gel-like balls that line the inside of a diaper poured out and covered the counter, causing the pimply-faced technician to back away in uncomfortable alarm. The sopping diaper fell with a loud splat on the counter, reeking of urine and and looking like yellow roadkill.

“Uh, is he like, ok?” The technician asked me.

“He’s fine!” I snapped, saying I’d be back for the prescription. I snatched up the sopping mess and glared at the elderly woman staring at me in disapproval. “And please add grape flavor to the Amoxicillin!” I called over my shoulder as we left.

Yes people, I forgot to change my boy’s diaper when he woke up this morning. And, much like a meth head, I let his poor bottom fester in the the soaked diaper all morning, through a forced nap, ending in a naked butt at Target. But with my head held high, mind you — for I will not be shamed! — I walked out of that store, ignoring the stares at my now-happy 1-year-old’s dangling pee-pee.

Hello, my name is Crystal, and I am now a Wal-Mart customer.

3 Comments… add one

Rachel October 7, 2011, 4:03 am

Oh sweetheart, I feel you! We need to be friends.
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PartlySunny October 8, 2011, 7:06 am

I just still love how you had the presence of mind to yell at him about adding the flavor to the Amoxicillin. Salvage the pride, girl, salvage the pride.
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@worldsworstmoms October 10, 2011, 6:09 am

Who knew that when they listed "pounds" on diaper boxes, they were referring to the baby, not the amount the diaper could hold. Jeez.

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