On the evening that will go down as *the day the Mayans & History Channel got it wrong*… yours truly was at his apartment, pulling Uncle duties as my Sister and Mom ran some errands at the Forum.
The assignment was pretty easy… keep an eye on the kid as it sleeps. She just got fed and changed so she should be asleep for a few hours.
About 20 minutes after my sister left… a very describable scent came from her lower half and I was treated to a fucking cry fest.
Tried a number of things to calm her down… carrying her and feeding her some more milk seemed do the trick. My sister and mom cut their errands short to come home and dispose of the rowdy diaper about 10 minutes after I called them.
I’m clearly not cut out for this stuff… big ups to all the single parents who manage to do it all.