So we had an exciting adventure last night. I got home and DH and I had the same idea to go out to dinner. So we all get ready and go. On the way to the restaurant, we hear her poop and DH tells me to turn around and go home. I lol and say, "I am capable of changing her at the restaurant, I've done it before."
So we park and DH pulls her out and says, "I thought so, she pooped through, I told you to go home." *sigh* I brought her an extra onsie, but not pants. At this point we decide to run into target to buy pants and change her. WORST DECISION I have ever made in my life. lol
I run in while DH is getting her out of the car. I find a pair of pants and checkout. Go up to the restrooms where DH is waiting. Take her in and set her down to change her and what happens next will haunt me forever. lol She just screamed and screamed like she's never screamed before. I got her clean and naked and picked her up to comfort her. Meanwhile like 5 other women have come in and out of the bathroom, looking at me with sympathy or condesencion depending on the person. As soon as I put her down she screams again. SO I work as quickly as possible, picking her up 4 or 5 more times in the process. Finally we are done...the stupid pants are way too small, even though I got 12 months. lol
I take her out and DH looks at me and says, something like, "what did you do to her?" Not mean really, but at this point I need to take my emotions out on someone and I'm just waiting for him to say just about anything and I'm going to blow up (I have a horrible temper). He takes her from me and as were walking in the parking lot, he said something (I have no idea what, I can't remember through my uber upsetness), and I lost it a bit (really not too bad on the normal 'Sarah has lost it scale.'

I said something mean back.
Luckily DH loves me and is probably the only person on the planet that knows to respond to me in a positive way and he diffuses me right away. By the time we get to the car, we decide to just stop for Chik-fil-a cuz that always makes us happy. As DH is driving over I ask him about the comic shop (he ALWAYS goes to the comic shop on Wednesdays, so that was part of the plan for this trip) and he says he'll come back after dropping us off.
I almost lose it again. There is no way he's going to drive all the way home (about 4 miles? lol) and leave me with the still upset (but sorta okay) DD, so he can drive all the way back to where we were right then, when he can just stop there now. He gets a little mad, but turns around and heads to the shop.
We manage to survive the trip and get food and get home. Lily is still upset/tired/cranky, so we spend the next hour and half trying to get her to sleep and I just crashed with her. We slept great! Yay!
Got up this morning, and she is totally not herself still. She SCREAMED again when I changed her. I had to take her off the changing table and go to the couch and that still didn't work wonderfully. She barely let me put her down to get ready for work.
My mom brought her a new toy which she was entralled with when I left.
I've never been so happy to be at work.
Thanks for letting me get all of that out.
Oh and BTW her original pants were clean, she just soiled the onesie. lmao