It’s time, it has been time, for the bebe in this house to pull on some big girl panties, and join the ranks of the big girls.
But I’m not ready. I might have been avoiding this, purely for my own benefit. Oh sure there are benefits, like not changing/buying/packing diapers. But the downfalls are many… oh so many. I have a list:
- Pee/Poop everywhere.
- Laundry, laundry, laundry
- 500 hours spent in the bathroom
- and the worst, TAKING DOWN THE RAILS OF NAPPING BLISS.
I don’t wanna. But I have to. I mean when the bebe prefers to change her own diapers and wipe herself. And when the bebe is potty training her baby dolls.
But, BUT, the boy took forever, and he was nowhere near ready at this age… and, and, and… And then the nights of wet sheets, and other horrors that I won’t even embarrass him on now… It was awful. Of course he was a boy, and we moved to a new house in the middle of it, and I made the mistake of using pull-ups at night and at nap times…
Oh the naps, the naps and bedtimes that will be destroyed, once the miracle of diapers come off. The games of staying in bed and calling “potty” to make a break for it. I miss you already nap time! *whimpers*
And you dear pull-ups, my dear diapers with a fancy name that allows you to charge me twice as much, I’m going to miss you too. I don’t think I can handle the games of waiting for the pull-ups to go on to relieve one’s tiny bladder. Even though you have awesome new commercials with glow in the dark princess pull-ups! Oh you tempt me so.
But no. It’s time. And such poor timing too, as I am out of coffee, well unless you count those little cups that just aren’t as helpful as a full pot sitting just waiting for your every topping off desire.
I best go give the washer and dryer a tune-up.
If you don’t hear from me in a week, please send help.