Funagi

Yesterday was quite the howl fest here at home. Poor Lil J was just crying and crying all afternoon. I don't know what exactly was bothering him so much because we do try to not antagonize the child welfare people, so we keep him fed, burped and changed. My theory is that he was overly tired, whereas J thought he had gas. Could be both. I know I'm no fun when I'm tired and gassy. But I had this moment yesterday where my sweatpants got caught in the diaper genie, and I couldn't get them out, and I was trying to make sure Lil J wasn't about to fall off the changing table and he was so unhappy, and I immediately thought of that movie Baby Boom with Diane Keaton and how she just disintegrates taking care of that baby at a certain point. It rings so true now. I'm just glad I eventually worked my pants out of the diaper pail because I would have looked pretty silly hauling that thing around the rest of the day. How humiliating.