The secret diary of a single parent bloke
After the shock at finding the credit card bill, I was understandably worried about what else I might find. But even after all of that, I still wasn’t prepared for what was under the bed.
My efforts to tidy the house continue- it’s looking so much better, but I can’t believe how much work there is still to be done. I think the guys at the tip must be starting to recognise me by now. I’m not tackling it an any particular order- just a corner here, a cupboard there, and so on.
For no particular reason, I decided to look under the bed. I pulled out the usual piles of magazines, bills, bits of paper, bills, general rubbish, bills, and….. a nappy. A soiled nappy. Jack had been out of nappies for a while (and Kat’s been gone since March), and from the state of the dried poo, it had been there a while too. I can only imagine how contorted with disgust my face must have been. I put it in a bag, washed my hands, and carried on pulling junk out.
And then I pulled out… another soiled nappy! One was bad enough, but two? Again, I put it in a bag, washed my hands and carried on.
There were quite a few clothes under the bed, mainly the children’s, but a significant amount of Kat’s too. I pulled out a pair of her pyjama bottoms, and found inside a soiled sanitary towel! The nappies were bad enough, but this?
What kind of woman leaves a used sanitary towel in her pyjamas and then leaves it under the bed? And how could I not know about these things beneath where I’d been sleeping? Why had I not smelt the nappies?
I thought that nothing that she’d done could shock me any more. I was wrong.