Nowhere to go

We grown folks have it easy when it comes to bathrooming, you can find a stall, a bush, or pop a squat just about anywhere. Wait, a baby is in a diaper and can literally take care of business when the urge strikes. True, but you need a place to remove said diaper and dispose of it properly.  I typically use cloth diapers when I am home and really don't have to worry about landfills and random changing tables while at home.  We have taken several road trips with the baby in the past year and it is becoming more and more clear the lack of diaper changing stations offered in the random bathrooms that you pop into while traveling.  Initially, I was able to change his pants in the car in the parking lots; but due to his increase in size, inability to stay still, and our obsession with over packing we now rely on public facilities.  Or the lack thereof I have to say.  I have changed his diaper in a field next a gas station in rural Virginia, on my knees in the front seat, and have unloaded the entire backseat in a parking lot to do the deed. We have been in and out of at least two gas stations looking for proper changing facilities. The search for this is maddening as you already can tack on an hour driving time with an infant, so the constant denial of services tops the cake.   This does not only pertain to the road, I have had to change a diaper in a stroller and on a shady couch of the upstairs club portion of a restaurant as they lacked the proper tables in the loo.  Something I have never thought about B.C. (before child).  Now I am hitting up bathrooms and mentally noting if there are changing facilities much like I scout out porta-pots for my next running route.