I always misspell hotmail when I'm typing it... "homtail." It's a funny typo that has developed a character and personality of its own. Homtail. Maybe if we ever get a dog or something, we'll name him Homtail.
Really, I'm only blogging right now because it's keeping me awake. It's not even 7 pm, and I'm POOPED. Job took the girls to visit my MIL while I "rest" (yes, he is amazing!). But I know if I rest, then I'll sleep for a long, long time, wake up at 11 and then attempt to sew/ do chores that I should have done earlier. Which means a super late bedtime... something I'm trying to avoid.
I wore myself out today getting the house cleaned for a house blessing. The girls were very obliging to my cleaning madness... they kept their toy messes to a minimum and even helped me with a few tasks. Susy sat, immoblilized by what I later discovered to be an over-expired and overflowing diaper. I thought "Wow, she's just sitting there in the hallway, reading books and playing with toys... I can't believe it!" Then, when I turned on a little video for V., Susy was eager to join her but refused to move. "Mama! Mama!" She called out, with arms outstretched. Puzzled as to her sudden lack of mobility, I let her figure it out for a while. She finally got up, but continued to stand, stasis, in the hallway. Her face had an expression of suspicion... wonder... discomfort... Hmm, I thought, something's up. So I took her for a diaper change and-- well-- that was that. Wipes were completely useless. This would require a full-force spray down in the shower. I don't know what I'd do without my extendable shower head. Perfect for hosing down children who've been left by their negligent mothers to rot in their own pants.
Needless to say, I was up on my feet all day long. You see, normally that wouldn't be a problem, but I forget that I'm carrying some extra precious cargo these days... and he's getter bigger by the day. So, somewhere around 4, "Baby" (and my feet, and my body in general) screamed "Enough!"
But, now that a few hours have passed, I know I need to get moving again. Don't worry, I won't overdo it--- HA! Those will be my famous last words. I'll get my second wind around 9 and then I'll fall into bed around 1 am, as usual. Lord have mercy!
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That reminds me of the time I babysat Susie- and after a while of her contented playing- I picked her up- and marvelled how light her"bottom felt"- gee it didn't even feel like she was wearing a diaper. Well........I soon discovered her diaper had drooped past her knees- wrapped around her ankles.(all housed underneath her stretch pants. I wonder how long it was like that.........poor "Doozie" and her diaper woes!! She's too sweet to complain!!
LOL, leaving children to rot in their diapers... I've done that before, recently. Except I knew she needed to be changed, I just forgot. Oops, no wonder she was mad at me!
You crack me up katie! I love the image of Susy "immobilized" and "rotting her her diaper" Poor, sweet Duze :) Can't wait to see you soon! We'll let you get lots of rest here in Santa Rosa....the lambs will have their Auntie to entertain them :)
lol Katie, such a funny post! Don't worry,most of us mom's have done that...I always felt so bad when I saw the red bottom.. :( oops.
I know what you mean about the shower head-super handy! And sometimes, that is just the only way to deal with diaper blow outs!
:)
Love Aunt Helen
Hmmm... the diapers I used to get for my kids said "up to 25 pounds". Maybe you should buy those. LOL! Pace yourself, girl. There's worse things than an untidy house.
My two "homtail" equivalents:
"do you want smore?" and "this smorning"
I remember having a similar diaper incident happening with one of my kids. An older and much wiser friend (and retired midwife nurse) commented, "Well, why wouldn't they seem OK to sit in it for a while? It is soft, warm... and theirs?"
I do that too! I thought I was the only one.
"Perfect for hosing down children who've been left by their negligent mothers to rot in their own pants."
this made me laugh out loud!
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