This tweet spoke to me in so many ways:
Babies come with all kinds of parents. A mom & dad, 2 dads, 2 moms, only 1 of either, and leave the house with any configuration of parents possible.
Regardless, the baby will shit themselves and need changing.
Put change tables in both washrooms.
— Andrew Tumilty (@AndrewTumilty) May 22, 2018
And not just restaurants, but office spaces, cafes, motorway service stations, the list goes on.
Don’t get me wrong, nine months in, I no longer have any shame about muscling past a queue of women, holding a screaming baby, to find the one changing table the venue has inexplicably put in a small toilet cubicle.
But it doesn’t need to be that hard. It shouldn’t have to be this hard. They don’t take up that much space!
One time, I had to dive into a pub due to a nappy emergency. The staff were so snooty, taking some strange pride in their lack of any changing table at all, that I changed the baby on one of their tables, to their utter horror.
Live by the nappy, die by the nappy.