Yesterday I woke up at 6:00am to the sound of water running in the kids bathroom. I could tell it was on full blast. I thought “ugh!” But then, Wait – maybe one of my older kids had gotten up to use the bathroom and was now washing their hands. Crossing fingers. I don’t want to get up yet. I waited. Something was in the stream of water, then out… will it be turned off? … Nope. The water had been on long enough that it could only be one person in that bathroom. My little 2yo.
When I opened my bedroom door I had the full view of the scene. A naked little body up on the stool so she could reach the sink. The mirror in front of her dripping water. Pajamas nowhere in sight. A diaper, full of yellow, was laying on the counter next to her with her toothbrush in it. Eww! Other toothbrushes were scattered around or in her hand.
When I went to bed that night I had one wish. Not to be woken up the same way again.
Well I got my wish, but as it goes with wishes, the devil is in the details. This morning at 5:30am my darling little tot climbed into my bed. Then her diaper over filled and leaked a big puddle of pee right between my husband and I.
My little alarm clock. Always something new, and always too early. Good thing she’s so cute.