Years ago, when my children were 4, 3 and 13 months, my mother and father in-law rented a very large cabin on Priest Lake in Idaho. The kids, their spouses and their children all came together for a week long family reunion. We had all done this before but this was the last time we went.
Toward the end of the week I was in a jet ski accident and was taken by helicopter to Spokane, Washington. I had broken my back. We were living in California and in the process of buying our first home. The majority of both of our families live in Seattle so that is where we went when I was released from the hospital. I stayed in Seattle with the kids for two months while my husband went back to work in L.A.
Our mothers and my sister-in-law took on caring for the kids and me. I was in a metal brace for four months and in the beginning was not even able to go to the bathroom by myself. Being the only girl in my family and raised by a very proper mother, I never undressed in front of anyone (no, not even my husband. The stork brought us children). I could not shower and dress myself. It was a very humiliating and eye opening time for me.
Before my husband went back to L.A. I was in a panic. He had been taking care of the bathroom stuff. That was horrendous enough... the thought of anyone else doing that was more than I could bear. I had to figure out how to take care of that myself.I had a bright idea. I had my husband go to the store and get the longest handled wooden spoon he could find, a large box of baby wipes and a big bag of rubber bands. Wellah! I solved my problem. I even wrote "butt wipe" on the handle of the spoon with a sharpie.
Some years later... five or more... I got a call from my sister-in-law. She had been over to my mother-in-law's with her sister and they were making macaroni and cheese. When her sister tasted it she noticed some writing on the handle of the spoon. Yeah. It was the butt wipe spoon. Somehow it had ended up in our mother-in-law's kitchen drawer. True story.