Dirty Bums

I can't write about the joys of caregiving without being candid and frank about the challenges. Today it felt like I spent most of my time cleaning, wiping and changing dirty bums. It seemed everytime I turned around, my nasal radar went off and I was chasing another child. I believe this is where I get most of my exercise in a day. I have to chase, coax and bribe them to have their bums changed sometimes. I really don't get this. Who would enjoy running around with a mushy, stinky bum? I finally get them to cooperate for a moment when.... they begin to squirm and the poop nearly "hits the fan!". AHHHHHHHHH! I would sometimes trade endless piles of laundry or a week of crash dieting in exchange for a week without diaper changes. Oh the joys!