That famous expression, "sh*t happens" can only be truly understood by moms. Moms, you know what I'm talking about. Because when "sh*t happens." and you are just a guy getting splashed by pooled rainwater, that's your problem. When you are the mother of an infant and "sh*t happens" it's everybody's problem. And yes, I'm taking this phrase literally.
I can't tell you how many awesome experiences I've had with "sh*t happening" in the past 20 months. I'd like to see a Zen Master deal with a classic baby diaper blow-out, in a car seat, at Babies-r-us, right before nap time, 30 minutes from home, needing to nurse. Did I mention that it was a filthy Babies-r-us?
I thought about this today because in the middle of Bloomies I noticed that Helena was soaked. Luckily, I was at Bloomies in the middle of a major sale and I grabbed a new pair of pants and changed her clothes. Problem solved! But it made me think about all the times that "sh*t happened" and I had to chuckle.
