OH MY GOD
I am drowning in diapers.
I don't know if it would be better to be asking the boys "Do you feel the pee-pee coming?" every 30 seconds or just let them continue on in diapers.
I did the math.
Approximately 12 diapers per day (some more, some less but averaged)
3 years =
Does that shock you? I am so over the little tapes and the diaper cream stuck on my hands and the accidentally getting poo on my finger when I go to check the back of their pants.
Tired of chasing Jamie because he likes to hide when he poops. In a corner. Like we can't see him or something. But I HEAR him. Grunting.
Nathan is in training pants this weekend. Why not both you ask? Have you ever tried to eat an elephant? So, I am taking one bite at a time.
Me: Nathan, do you feel the pee pee coming?
Nathan: No Mom. Look at Lightening McQueen.
Me: Nathan, do you already have pee pee in your underwear.
Nathan: No POOP!
Me: Are you serious?
Nathan: No Mommmmmm. Where is Doc Hudson?
And on and on and on and on.
Tomorrow, I will hand Nathan and 30 pairs of training pants over to preschool. They have him 3 days this week and Mike the other 2. I am praying, PRAYING that this thing is over by next weekend.
And I will be heard in the grocery store saying, every 30 seconds, "Nathan, do you feel the pee pee coming?"
Then, round 2 begins and Jamie is up to bat. But since he LIKES to sit in poop, I have to devise another plan.
If anything has eaten braincells, it would be stressing over getting pee and poo to a location that is manageable.
Heaven help Mothers everywhere.
~ Diaper Queen