I've been debating as to whether or not I should write this post. I finally decided to go ahead and write it but I'm going to try to keep the details to a minimum, but I think you'll get the idea. And, if you're a mom, you'll relate and maybe even laugh.
We always take our kids with us to mass and some Sundays go a little more smoothly than others. Yesterday was difficult. Most of it was just normal stuff, but it all seemed to be happening during the same mass instead of spreading itself out over the course of a few weeks (or months!). But, the last thing that happened was a first for me.
Gustin was being a little fussy during mass so I was bouncing and swaying and patting him in the back of church. Just after the consecration, there was a minor explosion in his diaper. Not surprising, infants do that. But, this time his diaper did not do its job. When I looked down, there was... um... stuff... all over my hand, dress, leg, shoes and the floor, the carpeted floor. I think I froze and just stood there for a several seconds. I was so stunned and I didn't even know where to start with dealing with the situation. The next ten minutes of mass had me madly sprinting to the bathroom, then back to the disaster area, then back to the bathroom, then up to the front of church to get Eric and the diaper bag, then back to the bathroom while Eric stood guard by the... stuff ... so no one would step in it (by now it was communion time and we were in a high traffic area), and then back and forth between the bathroom and the disaster area a few more times. Somehow, during all this running around we both managed to make it to communion, thankfully, because we both needed the graces!
On the drive home Eric and I laughed and laughed. How can you do anything but laugh when something like that happens to you? If anyone in the back pews was watching us, I'm sure they got a good laugh over all the craziness, too. Hopefully, next week will be a little less eventful!
Note to the church maintenance staff: You may want to industrially steam clean the carpet near the northwest entrance to the church. Don't ask me why, just call it a hunch.