Day Eight

The unbound Diaper Genie™️ bag lay coiled on the floor like the monstrous component of some Lovecraftian dark god, its cyan appendage packed densely with the primal, mustard-like waste of my son’s bowels. Clearly, Jaclyn had not known when to widening the receptacle’s expanse…when enough would in fact be enough. Now, its tendril threatened to overwhelm the bathroom, while also hinting at far darker times to come.

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