The five words you hate hearing from your 4 year old...
...at 5:55 am...
"Mommy, I had a accident."
Wait. What? Don't you wear a pull-up to bed?
No, apparently not, because helpfully you got yourself ready for bed all by yourself during the power outage last night (conveniently right at bedtime) while Daddy and I were scrambling to find flashlights and make sure the basement wasn't in imminent danger of flooding if the sump pump was off for a bit. And then not knowing that, I foolishly gave you a full cup of water when you asked for one after I tucked you in.
And, thanks DH. It must be so nice to be 100% off-duty from any type of childcare whatsoever between the hours of 9pm and 6am. I understand that middle-of-the-night wakings really throw you out of whack and try to respect that, but dude, your alarm was going to go off in 5 minutes. 5 measly little minutes. There's no way you could have gotten up and stripped the bed and showered the kid and just generally been slightly helpful so that your 8 months pregnant wife didn't have to do it all herself?
At least he's putting the laundry in now so I didn't have to carry it all down the stairs. (And I mean all. The sheets. The mattress pad. The quilt. There was a LOT of pee. Thank heavens the stuffed animals all escaped the flood.)
What was that about being crabby yesterday? Today's shaping up to be a real winner too... Sigh.
Sarah
Mommy to:
Carolyn, 10/04
Anna, 7/08
Matthew, 8/13