I have had a child in diapers for eight years straight. I know – you’re jealous. Except for the first 22 months of my diapering career, I have had at least two, and for a while, three, children in diapers. A sizable percentage of the last eight years, I have spent changing and wiping. In fact, the amount of my life that has been spent dealing with bodily fluids has actually been my biggest surprise in motherhood.
I have a few in the glove box of my car because I will never use those out of convenience because it’s just so inconvenient to get to them. Embarrassment is also another deterrent to raiding that location for any reason other than necessity. Having a pant-less changee follow me to the car, thus placing himself on display for the world to see with a diaper hanging around his knees is not the image I prefer to portray to our neighbors. I’m not self-centered enough to believe that people just watch us for fun, but we do live on a very visible corner lot that sees a decent amount of traffic. I know that people look at us when we’re outside because several months ago a neighbor introduced herself as new to the neighborhood and asked if I had any openings in my in-home daycare. Yep. Don’t think that’s not stored away as ammunition for when I decide to request a pay raise from the husband. 🙂