Friday, July 20, 2007

Woke to a diaper that no mommy should ever have to endure. Unscheduled bath because washclothes and wipes weren't enough. Tears and anger over the change in routine. Then tears and anger over the routine. He doesn't want to wear cloth diapers during the day anymore. He demands a disposable, but we only use those when we're going somewhere and we weren't going anywhere and mommy does not give into demands else the terrorists win and this was an enemy combatant. Or maybe an excessive consumerist intent on making his full contribution to the landfills. Or maybe a excessive consumerist combatant taking after his mother and objecting to the bulk the cloth diapers add to the backside. Somebody invent a pill.

Gotta stay the underpants course, got a cut and floor whizzer on my hands and it's high alert all summer here. He's spitting too. Ew.

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3 Comments:

At 8:22 PM, Blogger Lee Herrick said...

I laughed out loud at that first sentence. I could almost smell it from here. Hope you've recovered.

 
At 9:37 PM, Blogger Phatback said...

Less shits, more tits I say.

 
At 2:24 PM, Blogger Jessie Carty said...

Oh god! So funny and I clearly remember being at my sister's house after the birth of her second child and her then 3.5 year old who they were trying to potty train awoke me and asked if I could change his overnight diaper. OH GAWD!

 

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