So yesterday, we chose our pew to sit in for Sacrament meeting up really close. Frankly we were grateful to get a pew at all, because in our ward if you don't get there by 10 till, you have to sit on the folding chairs in the far back.
Yesterday the service was extra crowded because it was our Primary Program day. Basically that's the one Sunday every year that the children's organization runs the service. All the children say a small part, and there's lots and lots of singing. SO it was extra crowded with lots and lots of grandparents and people who invite their neighbors and what not.
We ended up in the front corner, almost the front row.
As it turns out, I was in the exact same seat that the unnamed daughter was seated in during last week's incident.
So as the program got underway, The Brain leaned over to me and asked, "Do you smell something?"
And yes, in fact I had begun to smell the recognizable odor of a dirty diaper. Now, I'm no dirty diaper newbie or anything. Hey, I think 4 kids moved me into the expert category a long time ago. So - - whatever. I can take it until they leave with the kid to change him, right?
You'd think that even if it didn't bother the (single) dad, it would have bothered the kid, but you'd be wrong. Apparently we were sitting behind the original Buns Of Steele kid, who never even indicated any discomfort whatsoever.
But I am not kidding you, that stench got stronger and stronger. About 10 minutes later, The Brain leaned over to say "I don't think I can stay here."
To which I replied, " You have to just DEAL with it. Remember? We're the Nazi parents who, only one week ago, lectured our daughter until she cried, because she left this very bench in the middle of a service."
And so, Karma won again. We were never so glad for a meeting to be over in our lives.
And just FYI - If your baby has a dirty diaper, and you think maybe if you ignore it then nobody else will smell it either, You Are Wrong.
Karma: 5894300239485
Randi: 0
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33 comments:
You would have had to stop me from tapping the dad on the shoulder, or even taking the baby out myself. That way karma and nose are satisfied
BTW, do you add stalkers... i mean web friends as facebook friends?
LOL, talk about killing the Spirit! Geez!
There was a family in our last ward that NEVER took their daughter out to change her diaper!
We tried not to sit by them.
I would have leaned forward and said, "I sure hope he doesn't get a terrible rash!!" And that's all.
Don't you know your fellow ward members well enough to ask them to please change the diaper? I would have leaned forward and said something like "I think your baby might need a diaper change - I can smell the evidence."
There's some people I know that never change their baby, either. Seriously, every time I saw that child, he was running around with a diaper sagging to his knees, and usually smelling up the room. I'm just glad we're not in their ward anymore.
This is kind of funny, but kind of sad!! I hate to think of little kids who don't get their diapers changed!
Ha ha, I think you learned a great lesson. Totally kidding.
You know it was a parent not wanting to chance missing their child's part in the program...
But yeah, I would have said something, or made my kid say something a little "too loudly" so they would hear it. Maybe. Maybe not. I never know until the pressure is on!
I can't even handle waiting for my kid to finish the job, I'm up with diaper, wipes and clothes pin in hand! There is nothing worse than a poop diaper. I think I have some kind of super power, I can walk into a room and tell you there is a dirty diaper, and give me and minute and I can narrow it down to a couple kids.
This reminds me of yesterday when I was standing in the nursery while the nursery leader was taking role (and very slowly, I might add--I'm the secretary and she wanted me to wait). I kept mentioning over and over again, "ah, gee, I think you have a poopy one in here," but not one of the three adults in there even registered the fact that I had spoken. Weird. I guess they get too much of that in there to be too concerned. Yikes!
What a bummer. The primary program is the BEST of all Sundays - and then, *CRAP* it's ruined!!!
That darn Karma ; )
BTW, I just love the Primary Presentation every year--ours was yesterday, too.
ewwwwww....poor kid...poor you...
LOL! My kids think diapers are the funniest thing ever (yes they're at that age). Wonder if they would have thought so in your situation! Sorry you had to endure.
Ganelle- you said it! I can't believe I didn't title the post that way!
Dave - our house rule is that if you don't know someone in person, you can't add them to your Facebook friends. I guess I have to be a good example to my kids. (I mean how do I know you're not a 40 year old guy pretending to be a teenager, right? Oh, wait...)
Haha! I'm waaay past the dirty diaper stage, but loved this post! Yep, the same goes if you think no one can hear your child crying, you're wrong!
And THAT'S why I'm glad I don't have a sense of smell.
good rule
but why couldn't I be a 31 yr old posing as a teenager :-P
That's too funny. I was only a few rows back and didn't catch the scent - but then again I was dragging my screaming child out the door every 5 minutes or so!
awwww maaaaaaaan...that "stinks". And um, yeah, no dirty diaper ever stopped stinkin' all by itself. Yikes.
Gross.
Why is it the older I get the more offensive poopy kids get? "Buns of Steele", good one!
I just may have asked if I could go and change their babies diaper for them.
I've done that...
did I mention I have no tact?
fun to "meet" you on your own turf. This is hilarious. Since I've had diapers in my church bag for five years, I probably would have just handed one over the back of the pew and said, "do you need a diaper?" Maybe they'd take the hint, maybe not.
Glad to hear I'm not the only one dealing with boys/men and gross bodily functions. Sorry that you had to sit through it.
I've taken a couple of kids out in the past cause I couldn't take it anymore, but we're talking a very small ward where I usually had baby-sat for them at least once.
Thanks for the advice. Probably the best yet.
Some people are just clueless.
Poor kid! Talk about lazy parents!
Isn't the bad part though how you feel like you smell like the dirty diaper all through the rest of your meetings. Ugg... I smell your pain girl. You poor thing. Always carry a little lip gloss with metholatem (sp) it covers up some wretched stinches.
Im laughing so hard right now :) That is terrible though..surely the parent should have noticed? Or maybe they didnt want to miss their childs part in the play? Tough one...
Jan-
YES!!!
The BOS kid? WASN'T mine.
Oh man. I hate it when that happens. Gross.
By the way, I love your future therapy counter. My husband is a therapist/psychologist, so your kids might see him one day! :)
EWWW! I would hate that so badly I might be tempted to fall asleep in church!
Oh...I do that anyway. :S
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