Oh, dear. So I just went to have a shower, and according to habit, set my daughter Aedan's bouncy chair in the bathroom so she could hang out while I bathed.
ERIC and OTHER BABY-WASTE-PRODUCT-SENSITIVE SOULS should stop reading now!
As I carried her in, I noted that she smelled poopy and detoured for a diaper change. She was only wet, but her bum looked a bit pruney and I decided to give her some "airing out" time. As a precaution, I laid a folded towel on the bouncy seat to protect it from any incidental outputs from her nether-regions. About halfway through my shower she began cooing happily. I was of course thinking (foolishly) that she was just relaxing happily into the zen-state of bouncing (vibrating,really, as modern safety precautions forgo the outdated "bouncing" concept) while enjoying the warm steam and soothing sounds produced by the running water. Well, I supposed she was relaxing, and that was the problem. Of course when I get out I find her kicking away happily in the biggest, orangest, slimiest pile of baby poop capable of being produced from such a tiny being. It was probably half her body weight.
I was still wet, so I just picked my wee one up and stepped back in the shower. I soaped her up and cleaned her off, and myself since of course I got smeared with poop in the process. Once we were all clean, I got off and toweled Aedan off, then pulled the poopy towel off the bouncy seat and set her down in it while I toweled off myself. This took me about one minute, maybe forty seconds. Of course, when I picked her up again to diaper and dress her, she had peed all over the bouncy seat and herself. I did eventually get her clean, dry, and clothed, and she's angelically laying draped across my lap. But dang, am I a bad mum for letting all that happen, or a good mum because none of it phased me a bit? In any case, I declare myself officially a mum.