As a mom, I've had to do some pretty disgusting things. Some of which included changing poopy diapers and cleaning vomit off of the sofa. I never thought the job of "bag holder" would in any way come close to changing putrid diapers. But it did.
My first job as a "bag holder" was to hold a garbage bag open so that my husband could dump old gravel from the fish tank into it. It was a wee bit smelly, since he hadn't cleaned the tank in a while (fish and dog are supposed to be his department). But I managed. It's not like I've never smelled anything that stunk like a swamp before.
My second job was the killer. I held a garbage bag open while my daughter scooped our German Shepherd's business into it. Now, that wouldn't have been so bad, if my daughter was good at her aim.
But she wasn't. I ended up having dog poop all over the sleeve of my jacket.
"Oops," she said.
So now ladies and gentleman, I can say that in my lifetime, I have been covered with spit-up, pee, vomit, and dog poop. Life is good.