Let's rewind to address the events that led up to this unfortunate de-diapering. I made several poor choices last night. First, I put Marina to bed with no pants on (like her mother, I thought she might want to be cool since the house is set at 80). I knew the no-pants chance was a risky one.
Then she woke up several hours into the night and called for "water, please". I felt sorry for her thirsty state and I brought her a nearly empty sippy cup, knowing that this could only lead to a flooded diaper in the early morn. I ignored the facts and plunged on.
Then when she woke up at 7:00 and sat playing in her bed, I lounged around, enjoying the peace of the morning (interrupted only by two cats that insisted on staging a street fight on my bed, inches from my head). This was about the time Marina probably stood up, realized that her diaper weighed 15 pounds and was sagging off of her and decided to free herself. It was only when she peed on her sheets that she realized the no-diaper situation was a problem and then called frantically to her mother to "open door".
It really was nice of her to hand me a folded up diaper instead of throwing it on the ground where it would have burst peed-on absorbent gel everywhere. It was also really nice of me to make so many poor choices and then lament the state of the urinated sheets.
I'm very thankful that she didn't have poop in that diaper. There are few things I dislike more than scraping poop off furniture and my child's hands.
If I were writing a How To Parent book, this would be the chapter that suggests you always put pants on your child when she is going to be left to her own devices for several hours... especially if she is a smart little stinker with an impressive vocabulary and a stubborn streak as wide as a double wide trailer.
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