I am not a morning person. I hate mornings and I really miss hitting snooze half a dozen times – the screams of an angry screech owl have prevented me from even making it to the first alarm lately. I drag myself out of bed and don’t really start waking up until I’m in the car halfway to work.
Because Mason NEVER EVER wakes up in a good mood, I’ve taken to getting him right out of bed, feeding him, and THEN changing his diaper. I figure the extra 10-15 minutes in a soggy diaper aren’t going to hurt him nearly as much as his screaming hurts the blessed silence in the house. I felt pretty genius about this idea and for the past few weeks, there has been nearly no crying in the mornings because he eating before he can even get really worked up.
So yesterday, I’m sitting in our chair, feeding him, half asleep, half contemplating surfing the internet on my phone when suddenly, my lap feels warm.
“Hmmm, my lap is all warm….
Wait?! Did I just pee my pants!! It’s warm and wet?!!?”
Yes, I actually wondered if I had peed my pants. I sat there in total shock, thinking about how that just didn’t seem possible and I kept getting wetter and wetter.
Suddenly, I woke up and my brain came on. Mason!!
I stood up, got him to the changing table and at this point, his whole back, the Boppy, my work pants, and even my underwear were just SOAKED. Got him all cleaned up, pulled the cover off the Boppy, and went and changed my own pee soaked clothes.
I knew about the worries of “firehose on the loose” when changing his diaper, but have never had the chance to experience a diaper failure quite so… pants on. You may not be able to pick a friend’s nose, but apparently you can pee their pants!
