This morning as I was rushing around my house, sure that I was going to be a few minutes late to work, DH was lounging in his favorite chair with a cup of coffee. He mentioned that he was going to work from home today and that his first meeting was not for one more hour. I mentioned that I was probably going to be late for my first meeting because DD woke up an hour before she usually does and messed up my morning routine.
Fast forward five minutes. I'm still scrambling around the house throwing food into lunch bags, etc. when I notice this smell coming from DD, who, incidentally, was sitting like two feet from H. A poopy diaper.
BL: "H, do you smell that? DD has a poopy diaper."
H: "I can't smell anything."
BL: "Are you kidding me? I can smell it from here." (Much further away.)
H: "Oh." Picks up TV clicker and begins surfing.
BL: "Can you help change it?"
H: "You know I don't like dirty diapers."
::Feeling of seething anger rising within me::
BL: "Right, I love poopy diapers and I'm not in a hurry at all. I must have forgotten."
Short story: He never ended up doing it. I'm still angry about it 4.5 hours later.
Next time he asks for help getting DD out the door in the morning, he is SOL.
2010 Race PRs:
5K - 24:57 10M - 1:28:20 13.1M - 1:57:29 26.2M - 4:28:29