Getting my hands dirty

The most lasting side effect of my surgery in November has been the impact on my sense of smell. It's coming back, slowly; I've been told it can take up to 6 months to come back fully. It's definitely better after having the ENT clear what he calls "crust" out of my sinuses (I call them boogers - that's what it is, dude, call a spade a spade).

But it's just not that great yet and particularly not good at a distance. Perhaps the most noticeable thing that I don't notice is when N's poopy. Right after my surgery, he was standing next to me, apparently stinking to high heaven, and my mom, on the other side of the next room, could smell him. Me? Not a clue.

So how does a mom, who can't tell from across the room that her son has a poopy diaper, check? I LOOK. I pull back the top of the back of his diaper and take a peek (or I get my eldest, lovely child that he is, to check and he will actually sniff his brother's butt). But if it's up to me, I take a peek.

Now, it's also important to note that we just had a round of stomach flu in our house - first time EVER. N had diarrhea for about 10 days (horrible, awful, and disgusting at times, it was like entering the first circle of h*ll here at times for the first few days).

So TWICE recently, I've gone to see what he might be carrying and lo and behold, STUCK MY FINGERS IN IT. Ewwwwww! Once I was actually on the phone with a friend and shrieked in the poor woman's ear - she thought somebody was hurt. Nope, I just have poop on my hand. Lovely. 'Cause it's not enough that I wash my hands 30 times a day, now I need to disinfect them, too.