a complete and total douche bag.
Tucker put Cara down for her nap. I was in our bedroom talking my mom down from a nervous attack concerning her phone going dead and her missing “THE CALL” aka I’ve gone into labor. Apparently Mom doesn’t realize that she has just a tiny bit of time to get over here when I actually go into labor.
Anyway, Tucker put the kid to bed and went to class while I painted my toenails since I ended up being induced with Cara the last time I painted my toenails this late in pregnancy. Does that make sense? I painted my toenails and ended up being induced the same day.
So, from a purely scientific standpoint, toenail painting equals birth. Just thought you should know that.
Cara was in her room for about an hour while I contorted myself to purty tootsies.
Since she never lost her shit and she hadn’t gotten out of her bed, I figured that even if she didn’t take a nap, the “quiet time” would be good for her AND me.
After I was done with my painting, I finally made my way to her room. I could hear her saying, “Pee pee!” over and over again. This isn’t a phrase that should illicit any sort of concern since we just got her that potty and she often says “pee pee”.
And then I walked into her room.
And she wasn’t wearing a diaper.
Yeah…you know where that’s going. Expect it wasn’t just “pee pee”.
Luckily her bed has a kick-ass cover/mattress pad and everything was just tossed into the washing machine.
I can’t help but wonder when she took her diaper off and how long she was on her bed with all of the nastiness. While it all ended up just fine I have to admit that I feel rather guilty.
This might be my first “mommy guilt” moment.
