Like a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest, some tasks are just set up for failure from the beginning.
We'd been planning our trip to St. Louis to visit my family for months. Anyone who's ever had a child knows particularly in the early years, a child's bowel movements are constantly changing and unpredictable. So last week when D's diapers loosely resembled the aftermath of a nuclear holocaust, I didn't really think anything unusual was going on. When D woke up in the morning or came home from school a little cranky and saying "Tummy Ouchie," I just chalked it up to D's everyday drama.