Be careful where you sit

Jun 07

This last Sunday, our Bible Study group was responsible for doing the services two nursing homes that our church is involved with. We had to wake Jack up from a nap to make it to the first nursing home by 3pm so I could to play and sing, and Mark was to give the message. I HATE to wake Jack up from a nap. The one day he wants to sleep longer than 2 hours and I have to wake him up!

By the time we got to the second nursing home the effects of being woken up were starting to show. Jack only wants Mommy and Mommy has to play the piano. Screaming and flailing ensue. Daddy took him out and we could hear his wailing through the hymn singing. After I was done playing, and it was time to switch off, I took Jack out into the lobby area and we sat down on a couch so I could give him a snack and maybe improve his mood. I started to smell something… thinking it was Jack’s diaper I leaned down to sniff his bottom. Nope, but that smell sure was getting stronger. Wait… my bottom is starting to feel wet. What’s up with that? Then I realize that I have unfortunately sat down where a resident of the nursing home had very recently sat and had an accident. The smell was very strong and I wanted to get the dress off as soon as possible, so I hoped that Mark would not be long-winded. I asked the people at the desk if they had any Febreeze, and they did not, but they did have some bathroom deodorizer that they kindly sprayed over my hind end to reduce the smell a bit.

The thing is, I wasn’t that grossed out. That’s the nice (?) thing about having a child I guess- you can be peed on or thrown up on and not be that concerned about it.  The really awful thing about it was the smell.  Ugh… that’s enough said on that topic, huh?

One comment

  1. I don’t know if I could have been as calm as you! It’s rather funny to read about but I wouldn’t be laughing if it had happened to me!

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