Blowout- Birth Control at the Super Target

I generally have three to four children with me at any given time. During my morning errands, I have three adorable boys at my side (or in my arms). I get smiled at a lot.

The smiles I get from strangers range from the "Aww... what a bunch of adorable kids" to "You are crazy... but good for you" to "Those boys had better behave in my store".

I have my usual response: a half-shrug and grin that can read as "I love being a Mom" or "I know I'm crazy... but what are you going to do?" or even "Don't judge me... I'm doing my best!"

A few weeks ago, I visited Target. I had Chase in my arms and Tobin and his friend Riley were in the shopping cart. Everyone was behaving. I was leisurely browsing. It was a great day to be at Target.

I felt like I was getting "smiled" at more than usual and had pasted my "response" smile permanently on my face. I noticed a familiar odor and knew my browsing would have to be cut short-- due to a poopy diaper. As I leaned down to locate the source of the unpleasant aroma, I caught a glimpse of a bright green "stripe" on my otherwise solid maroon shirt. Oh. Source found.

Turns out, Chase had a blowout IN THE CARSEAT. I was too busy corralling children to notice and I had succeeded in wiping it completely across my shirt THIRTY MINUTES previously. Then, like the idiot of the century, I walked up and down the crowded aisles of Target with a dumb grin on my face. I have no idea how it took me so long to notice a) the scent or b) the neon green color of the human waste on my clothing.

I figured by that time, half the store was aware of my situation-- so I continued to leisurely make my way to the bathroom, without a care in the world, and then behind closed doors, I furiously tried to remedy the situation... after capturing this picture with my phone(be SO glad it is poor quality):

I figure if even one young, impressionable Target employee left that day with a glimpse into the "real life" scenario of a mom and decided to postpone procreation activities-- then Chase's bowel movement will have served a noble purpose.