Today, I got out of the house. It was marvelous. Finally, five consecutive minutes where Harry wasn’t bugging me for things to do or when the next meal/snack was going to be. I made plans with NewFriend and OtherFriend (I need new names for these people, Christ) to meet for lunch at the McDonald’s at Lemmon Valley, about five minutes away from our house. They have an outdoor playland there that the children could run around in like the wild maniacs they are and we could have a few minutes to gossip and giggle. Sounded like an excellent plan to me! And it was. We had a great time, Harry had a great time. The only one who maybe didn’t have such a great time was Liam but that’s because the child REFUSES to sleep in his stroller. Whatever, kid, get with the program.
After I’d swallowed my surprisingly palatable premium chicken sandwich, I noticed that Liam was getting a line of wetness around the leg of the pants I’d put on over his onesie. A sure sign of needing a diaper change if I ever saw one! So I grabbed him up, swung the diaper bag over my shoulder and made for the bathroom to remedy the situation. Only, when I got there, I saw that there was NO CHANGING STATION.
What the HELL? That has to be breaking some kind of law somewhere, don’t you think? I mean, nevermind the fact that we’re talking about a MCDONALDS that is lacking a changing station, but a McDonalds with a PLAYPLACE. A place that caters to children and families and those families might conceivably have a BABY who is probably wearing a diaper that will need to be changed at some point. Are you kidding me? Can you explain to me what the people who put this McDonald’s together were thinking? And can you get me some of whatever it was that they were smoking? Cuz that has to be some great stuff.
So what did I end up having to do? NewFriend helped me change him on the bench of the picnic table out by the playplace. God Bless her for it, too. He had to be changed, or else I would have put it off until we got back home. I just never heard of such a thing. A McDonalds without a changing station. What will they think of next?
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cagey (93 comments.) 06.08.07 at 2:25 pm
Last fall, I was in the Haight-Ashbury area of San Francisco and my kid needed a diaper change STAT. I went from restaurant to restaurant, buying drinks/snacks trying to find a suitable place to change him (it could NOT be changed in public. It was that bad). Even the McDonald’s didn’t have a changing station.
And then I died. This is my spirit typing this.
brit (92 comments.) 06.08.07 at 3:52 pm
Okay almost as funny as get with the program kid was Cagey’s spirit’s comment. But anywhoo. YES! CHANGING TABLES and lack there of..Bain of my existence. And what is the deal withthe places that do have changing tables and where they place the? In front of the door. NOT a good place. No one wants to be greeted with poop bottom. Sheesh.
Michelle 06.10.07 at 6:18 am
Oh, I have recently joined the search for changing stations. Thankfully, I have only been out of luck once (so far!). And you want to know where? The ZOO!!!! Who ever heard of bringing kids in diapers to the zoo? Apparently, the same people who put together your McDonalds. I can sort of (ok, not really) understand why they might think infants may not get dragged to the zoo by their parents, but what about the toddlers who are not yet potty-trained? Or, the potty trained kids who have an accident? Yeah… changing tables would be nice. But then again, the skankieness of the bathrooms at my zoo had me running in the other direction, so even if there had been a changing table I probably wouldn’t have used it.
Anonymous Blogger 06.11.07 at 2:56 pm
Hell with renaming NewFriend and OtherFriend, I want to know who they really are! :wallbash_tb:
Marilyn 06.12.07 at 8:16 am
Anonymous - Oh please, as if you don’t know.
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