The end of the night

This photo was taken at the end of the night.


A kindly passerby took it while one of the three of us waited patiently for our car. That’s actually not entirely true. Our valet ticket was still in my possession when this picture was captured. All three of the valet drivers were too busy searching for a set of lost keys to notice me hovering inappropriately close to their kiosk. With a fussy baby, no less.

Had this picture been taken at the beginning of the night, Ruby would still be wearing her adorable red and white flowered sundress. Instead, that sundress sat at the bottom of my diaper bag, in a plastic grocery bag, covered in poop.

When I first walked into the bathroom to change her diaper… and her clothes… and clean the poop off of her back… and her legs… and her arm, I actually said aloud, “And there’s no changing table. Awesome.”

Then I walked my 2 1/2 inch heeled feet into a bathroom stall and assumed the garland pose. Ruby has never been one to enjoy diaper changes in a strange environment, and that particular bathroom floor was no exception. She cried and I wiped for a solid ten minutes. All the while listening to the outside conversation.

“Look Mom! There’s a baby!” Said what I can only assume was a toddler-ish boy.

“Yeah, I see it.”

“What’s the baby doing?”

“I don’t know, Honey.”

“But, what’s the baby doing?”

“I don’t know.”

“What’s the…” You get the idea.

It wasn’t until I returned to the bathroom to wash the poop off my hands that I realized there was a changing table inside the handicap stall. What a beautiful end to the night.

8 thoughts on “The end of the night

  1. Ugh! There was one after all!

    When my friend visits with her baby I often help her change him and am surprised when there is not a table at all. It should be required!

  2. No changing table is the worst! But even worse that you found one later! That’s usually when I change them in the trunk of the car. Too bad she dirtied her pretty sundress too! But you look great! And happy!

    • I never thought about the trunk of the car… good idea! In this case that wouldn’t have worked though because they only had valet parking, and it took forever to get our car back. I would have been even more pissed if I had to wait for it while holding a poopy baby!

  3. I hate changing tables. Especially bathroom ones. Also, weirdly, my babies seem to know when they’re on one and they hate it! So squirmy and fussy! Probably because I always change diapers on my floor.

    • That makes sense that they don’t like something different. Ruby loves her changing table (which is really a changing pad on top of her dresser) at home. She seems to sense anything different. It doesn’t matter if it’s a table or the floor. She doesn’t like it. A changing table in a public restroom just seems easier to me and slightly less gross than the floor.

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