I don’t usually consider myself a rookie in raising little people. Raising big people, well, I haven’t done that yet. Little people, I think I have done an okay job keeping them alive and feed. But there are times where I wonder “what was I thinking?” or “was I even thinking at all?”
I am going to go with “I wasn’t thinking” when I put Cooper to bed last night without a diaper on. I am blaming it on the fever that had inhabited my body for 5 whole days.
There is no “HE WOKE UP DRY!” at the end of this story. He peed all over his bed. And I didn’t realize it until…hmm…45 minutes after he got up this morning. That is when I finally decided to get him out of his diaper (hey, I have been sick for 5 days and today is the first day I am NOT sick). I told him to take his pants off and to my surprise he was wearing undies. I was thinking that he took his diaper off and put on his Mater undies. Nope. I spotted the clean ones I brought down under the kitchen table. Then he told me he was wet. Sure enough he was damp (meaning the pee was drying).
So, I made the rookie mistake of forgetting to put the diaper on. That is something a man would do, right? (I kid! I kid!)