Dirty, stinky, poopy diapers...
It's a reality of my life which occasionally hits me with an amusing if not somewhat grotesque slap in the face. I've changed more diapers than I can count in the 4+ years I've been a nanny. Yes, I get paid to do the dirty deed. And how exactly did I get here? I never dreamt of growing up to deal with the bodily refuse of little people. As much as I fantasized about caring for babies as a little kid... the sheer nastiness of diapering just didn't occur to me. All this said, the rewards of hanging out with children (and getting paid for it) far outweigh the stink. When it comes down to it, dirty, stinky, poopy diapers aren't so bad when I also get to play with play-do, dance, sing stupid kids songs, and build towers with blocks (which get destroyed almost as quickly as they're created). Plus, after caring for my invalid grandmother... little baby poops don't seem so bad. So here I am, Diaper Changer, a hero for the next generation!
