Tuesday Tips

Dear Santa,

I'd like a rush order on those diapers that children can't remove themselves please. PLEASE!

Yesterday was a BAD day. It started off with a diaper removal stunt and pee on the carpet. Needless to say, I crawled back in bed after cleaning it up. I just wasn't ready to face the day if that is what it had in store for me. (Little did I know that John had already cleaned up from a diaper removal stunt before that!)

I won't go into all the other details that caused my day to be so icky - we'll just stick with the reasons why my kids didn't help the cause.

So, Mallary was being kind of grouchy in the morning and I said, "Do you need a nap?" She replied, "Nap," and headed towards the stairs telling me she was ready for one. After I laid her down I never heard a peep from her room, and assumed she fell asleep pretty quickly.

About an hour later I go upstairs to get in the shower before she would wake up, and I smell THE SMELL. I had one of those moments where you pause thinking could I just ignore this right now, or deal to the matter? I really wanted to ignore it or have my Fairy Godmother appear to help me clean it up. Ugh.

I opened Mallary's door, the smell was much stronger in the room, and I saw it in the corner of her crib, a nice yule log. (it is December, and I feel the need to add in Holiday references) She woke up groggily the moment I opened the door, but immediately pointed out the obvious, "Poop!" she said standing up diaper less over a puddle off pee she had been sleeping in, or had just done, I don't even know.

I unfortunately had to remove the evidence, and then I removed the perpetrator and put her in the tub. I guess she would be joining me for my shower. I left her standing there while I cleaned up a few more things in her crib, and came back to get in the shower. I step in the shower, and can you even guess what I stepped in??? She had peed in the shower while standing there, and of course I didn't think to look where I was stepping. That was a big 'take a deep breath moment' for me.

Needless to say, I wasn't having a good day. So what's a girl to do? Meet her husband for lunch at an Indian restaurant and drown her sorrows in coconut soup. That's exactly what I did. As we walked into the restaurant I told John, "I'm not taking care of them in here, they are all yours." (I know, I'm a good wife). They were actually surprisingly very well behaved, which was very refreshing. I have never seen kids in that Indian restaurant, and when I pointed that out to John he said, "we are just trying to raise cultured children." Too funny.

Anyway, we left the restaurant and I took the kids shopping. After two stores I was ready to go home, I was exhausted. As I was pushing the double stroller (slowly) to the car, I couldn't believe that I was stopping my shopping trip because I was tired. I have NEVER said I was too tired to shop. EVER! I almost didn't want to stop shopping because of it. I did though, and I almost fell asleep four or five times on my twenty minute drive home!! So unlike me!

My afternoon didn't get any better, but let's get to my Tuesday Tip of the day that I should have used yesterday morning...

TIP OF THE DAY: DO YOU HAVE A DIAPER REMOVAL PROBLEM? HERE IS THE ONLY SURE SOLUTION - BACKWARDS PAJAMAS!

How many comments do you think I will get if I take her to the store wearing her pajamas like this???


Really, if she weren't so cute - I'd give her away...