Length: 1,418 words
Contains: Diaper Wetting, Diaper Messing
While deadlines ignore speed limits, those insisting on speeding up solely find themselves slowed down by a dull….drag…..of a deadlock. When all on the road would rather kick it into gear and GO! GO! GO! amidst life’s blistering hustle and bustle, all is at a grossly……and glaringly……..…….grinding………halt.
Yep…..it’s that time of day driving drivers mad, that time when tots won’t stop shouting “Are we there yet?” to parents whose patience is also on empty, that time when all in sight is slower than molasses despite what speedy signifiers suggest…..it’s rush hour.
With baby Emily bound to buckled booster seats amidst all this traffic, unable to properly use pink velcro shoes now that errand runs are said and done, one would think this diaper-clad kid often in overdrive has all the reason to be more restless than riders in a rush.
Zzzzzzzz…..zzzzzzzzz
But, when there’s only so many times a tiny tot can rowdily rock to the radio before bored bodies suggest it’s time to snooze, when such stagnant scenery means only so many games of I Spy to play with parents, perhaps it’s no surprise the little skunk is instead resting her little eyes.
Zzzzzzzz…..zzzzzzzzz
Donning a diaper with sublime snug and softness on all its sizable surface area alongside powder soft as clouds, pampers putting posteriors at peace make comfy and cushiony booster seats all the more comfortable while green shirts and skirts make the skunk not the least bit stuffy and ensure she’ll sleep well.
Zzzzzzzz…..zzzzzzzzz
Even the completely crowded conditions of cars, even the freeway filled to the brim with automobiles, help Emily have nothing but the nicest of naps. Her caregiver’s car….inching forward ever so slowly…..and moving all the slower to a stop…inching forward ever so slowly…and moving all the slower to a stop, all at speeds matching Emily’s age at most, provides the little skunk such a soothing sequence of back and forth motions, such a calming cadence akin to being rocked to sleep. The other cars caught in congestion, whose engines solely softly hum with nearly nowhere to go, whose drivers have no reason to use the horns whose HONK! HONK! would keep kids from conking out, provide her with white noise peacefully prolonging her slumber. Aaaah…..who knew rush hour could be so….relaxing?
Zzzzzzzz…..zzzzzzzzz
More than content to coast when both mother and toddler have all the time in the world, with nothing left on the shopping list except heading to home sweet home, so too does Elizabeth wonder the same. Much as she loves to see her girl movin’ and groovin’, much as her little one’s laughter is the highlight of every excursion, neither will the mother skunk deny it’s nice when peace and quiet don’t just come at night. And so, happy to see her daughter enjoying such peaceful delights, happy to simply observe serene and wholesome sights while hardly having to keep her eyes on the road, so long as it means more sleep for little skunks, Elizabeth figures it’s totally fine if rush hour goes past projected times.
“Nnn…nngh..”
PFFFFRT! BRAAAAAAAAAAP!
Uh oh! But now, with the skunk sound asleep suddenly making the squelchiest sounds, with the bushy tailed tot showing the tank’s not the only thing that’s got gas, Elizabeth’s uncertain about wanting such a thought to come to pass.
“Mmmph…mmmph….”
Strained grunts setting off the hazard lights in Elizabeth’s head quickly confirm her toddler’s toots are signaling turds, and with the baby’s bowels boisterously starting their engines, sights once so wholesome are gonna get a whole lot smellier.
“Oh dear…”she mutters under her breath.
“Mmmmmmmmph!”
While the resting tot’s the last one who gotta rush, even Emily’s got pressing matters now that messy matter is involved, and why wouldn’t her business be anything but? When little kids like her gotta keep being proficient pamper packers, purging all that pressure is nothing but urgent! There’s no time to waste when it comes to making waste! This girl’s gotta, and she’s gonna, go poopy!
PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!
“Mmmmmmmmmph!”
PBLOOOOOOORMPH!!!
Letting out many mounds and masses of mess, giving herself a bigger and better seat in her sleep, even when Emily’s way up in the world of dreams, dumps in her diapers from down below are done, so dedicated to doing what skunks do best that there’s no doubt she’s making number two in dreamland too.
“Yep, she’s making a big one…again.” Elizabeth says while she watches Emily empty herself.
Like the shifting of Emily’s bowels, the mother skunk’s thoughts of sustained stays suddenly shift gears now that the freeway isn’t the only thing that’s full. Years of changing diapers dirtied with more deposits by the day has gotten her well adjusted to smells worse than sewage, and certainly there’s way worse accidents involving cars than ones of Emily’s waste, but with such a big stinky in such a small space, where it’s hard not to shout “Peeyew!” when foul air has few escape avenues, not even capable air conditioners can make her deny that what’s in her daughter’s diaper smells downright…..disgustingly……dreadful.
“Oof….sweetheart. That really stinks.”
WHIIIIIIR!
Rolling down the windows minutely masks vile stenches with ventilation, though she’s well aware that won’t completely clear things up since changing the tot is totally out the window, that even if she wanted to take the tyke to the trunk and address all the turds in her trunks, traffic that’s bumper to bumper delays changes from diaper to diaper.
“Mmmmm….”
But, even so, even with rush hour turning to mush hour and making every stinky second so repulsive, sporting a soft smile as her little skunk softly sighs, Elizabeth knows better than to assume Emily knows better.
Zzzzzzzz…..zzzzzzzzz
Cutely and acutely unaware of her boom booms burdening cars and caregivers, stinking up the setting out of characteristically carefree instinct, simply doing the number twos second nature to every boy and girl who’s been in diapers their whole little life, solely a smile is Emily’s response to her rancid release as resounding relief and warmer self-made seats draw her deeper into sleep.
Zzzzzzzz…..zzzzzzzzz
Little kids, even unconsciously, continue to be a messy bunch. Their parents, even more unconsciously, always love them a whole bunch, as shown by Elizabeth’s smile amidst rides not wrapping up for a while.
Zzzzzzzz…..zzzzzzzzz
Though stenches of stinky loads alongside automobiles and asphalt roads are all she’ll be acquainted with this hour, Mommy’s mood doesn’t sour knowing Emily’s getting the best rest.
Zzzzzzzz…..zzzzzzzzz
Though changing lanes amidst crowded streets and crowded crinkly garments that really reek is just as tough as enduring her daughter’s diaper full of the stinkiest stuff, Elizabeth wouldn’t change a thing knowing Emily’s in a state so comforting.
Zzzzzzzz…..zzzzzzzzz
Though dirty diapers have yet to exit once the family finally reaches the freeway’s exit, all that matters to the mother is that her daughter is happy not to exit dreamland.
Zzzzzzzz…..zzzzzzzzz
Though bottoms bombarded by browns bring about babies really stinkin’, stop lights green, yellow, or red bear no distinction to moms happy to take their time when Emily’s in sleep so sublime.
Zzzzzzzz…..zzzzzzzzz
Soon enough, the car makes its final stop, and in the case of kiddos who had big loads to drop, several minutes of slowness aside, she’s still fast asleep by the end of the ride.
Zzzzzzzz…..zzzzzzzzz
So, like the kid content to keep on catching Z’s, Elizabeth also takes things slow and with ease. Instead of going for all the groceries in the back, first she picks up the cutie patootie with pampers packed and takes her not to the changing table, but to the bed where she’s best able to still rest her head, figuring a diaper change can wait until Emily’s awake.
Zzzzzzzz…..zzzzzzzzz
In no rush to rise at rush hour’s end, in dreamland Emily still spends while Mommy heads back to the car. Still stuff she’s gotta do even though errands are through, Elizabeth gets all she got from the grocery store while Emily enjoys naps galore.
PSSSSSSSSSSHHHHH!!!
PFFT!…FRRRT!…PBLORP!
A little later, Emily’s got a soggier and stinker tush, though the fact she didn’t have to push shows a toddler not doing anything taxing, but further relaxing. And so, pampers full of pee pee and poo poo aren’t proof of the profane, but a kid who can just cruise and live free of the fast lane.
End
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