This is (so far) the prize jewel in my Mother of the Year crown. I do hope there are only 2 parts to this saga. I told a friend this story the other day. She immediately said that I must blog about it. But I’m really embarrassed about this one. She assured me that my readers wouldn’t judge me. You wouldn’t, would you?
The other morning I go into B’s room to get my happy baby (ok, toddler) out of his crib for the day. This was during Snowmageddon, and we had nowhere to be so I was bringing him straight to our bed for some quality snuggle time. I plop him on my beautiful duvet to change his diaper (I know, I never learn). I pull his socks off. They are wet. Wha?! He has on dark pants, so I couldn’t tell until I felt them that his pants were soaking wet. Wha?! Of course, I get him off my dry clean only duvet quickly (we outfitted our bed before we had a baby). I rip off his jammies to find the most surprising thing: he wasn’t wearing a diaper!! This is just the kind of slip up I would have eventually expected from Stu. And then he points out that I dressed him for bed the night before. Without a diaper. The washer was very busy that morning. Can you even imagine how soaked his entire crib, stuffed animals, blanket and pillows were after a 12 hour night of this poor child peeing everywhere? My oh-so-forgiving child honestly never knew anything was wrong. Bless him. I hope he always feels so generous toward his mom.