Getting me into a clean diaper didn’t seem to be a priority once we arrived back at the hotel. The hotel suite was large, with two separate bedrooms and bathrooms. Mommy and Elaine each grabbed one of the showers right away to get the sand and salt from the beach washed off. Daddy had stopped changing my diapers, so that left me standing alone awkwardly in my room, as sitting down was no longer comfortable given the condition of my diaper. Elaine emerged from the bathroom before mommy did, and daddy got his turn to take a shower, but no way was I going to ask my sister to change me.
I walked over to the bathroom mommy was in. I didn’t hear the sound of the shower from the other side, so she had to be close to getting finished with cleaning herself up.