That is all. 
I am fed up with the smell, the job of it, his incredulous sulky strop everytime and the "how did you know" moody response of his when I announce we are off to the bathroom to change him
, the second sulk when we wash our hands and the fussing in case the water is hot, the taking the soiled pull ups out to the wheely bin at the bottom of the garden so the house smells marginally less shitty than if I put them in the kitchen bin. I am sad he isn't in underpants. I'm annoyed at myself that I'm feeling annoyed.
Rant over. 