If this doesn't make you laugh, I don't know what will! It is so true!
Dear Lord, Please forgive me, for I have been a bad mother. Or at the very least a mother who literally has not had three minutes in her day to tend to the bottom of her youngest child. And now he stands before me, a living, breathing chastisement, wearing what has to be the world's biggest, soggiest Huggie dangling between his legs, clinging onto his little hips with the tiniest possible remaining piece of adhesive tab. Experience tells me that this puppy's gonna blow any second, and only You know how bad it could be underneath. Please, God, I already feel so guilty, please no hideous diaper rash already blooming, please no you-know-what so caked-on that it requires a full-body bath, please not that thing where the sinister-looking crystals explode out of the diaper all over his skin, the changing table, and my forearms. I promise to be better, Lord. I promise to find time in our day to take care of my littlest guy's heinie. Just please don't let this diaper be as bad as it looks from here. Thank you.
(Mommy Prayers by Tracy Mayor)
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