Saturday, August 9, 2008

Notes from New York - Thursday

Our trip didn't start out so well. Diggity had a meeting that ran late and we got stuck in traffic on the way to Springfield to catch our train. Luckily, there was a train an hour later and I was able to call and change our tickets.

Then, we got to the station and had to walk from the parking lot to the station in the rain.

We thought G-Man would love the train. He did, but he wanted to run around and climb all the different seats and kept yelling at us when we wouldn't let him. Plus, he needed a nap. We finally strapped him into his stroller and that seemed to take care of the problem.

The rest of the train ride was pretty uneventful until we went to catch our cab.

Now, those of you that have traveled with children - I want you to think of the worst, most inconvenient and horrible place that you could experience a diarrhea blowout. Picture it in your mind. Have you got it? Okay. Here's mine.

After schlepping our luggage through Penn Station (2 suitcases, a travel crib - which I don't need in DC, but we need in NY this week; backpack, 2 briefcases, and a car seat - which we don't need in NY, but that I will need in DC next week), we finally made it to the cab line. Diggity is loading luggage into the cab with the driver and I pick up G-Man to find that his stroller is filled with a horrible smell. I tell Diggity he is poopy, just as I look down to see that there is poop. on. my. arm. ON MY ARM! So, I get in the cab. With poop on my arm. Diggity gets the wipes out and I reach to pull G-Man's shirt down over the top of his shorts to cover the poop. Nope. Poop all over his shirt and now on my hand. The cab reeks. G-Man is twisting all around trying to see the lights and cars and busses. Diggity puts wipes in the waistband of G-Man's shorts and tucks everything in so I have wipes against my arm instead of poop. The cab ride seems to take hours, but we finally arrive at the hotel and check in. We head straight for the tub and strip him down, and now the tub is filled with poop.

We eventually got him clean and got my arm and hands clean and got everyone ready for bed. Took a while to get to sleep since G-Man could see us from his travel crib and didn't want to go to sleep. We ended up pushing him way down the hall by the front door since our room is the size of a large walk in closet.

Tomorrow is another day, right?


Molly said...

Wow. That's pretty much the worst (and funniest) poop story ever.

LL said...

oh macy, i'm sorry. i'm LAUGHING but i'm sorry.
that does sound awful!!!

Yvonne said...

You have some pretty good poop stories ; )

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