There Is Definitely Pee in The Pool

I have many terrible habits. Not the least among them is the fact that I almost always wait until I have run out of something to go buy more. There are very few exceptions to this. In fact, I can't name a single thing that I never, ever run out of. (Seriously, I'm sitting here trying to come up with one item - can't do it.) It all stems from my aversion to storing things I am not using. I've mentioned this once before (here).

You would think that becoming a mother should have scared this out of me. Even longer than my list of bad habits would my list of things I would NEVER want to be without now that the "small ones" have taken over our lives. Sadly, the fear of finding myself without a year's supply of goldfish has not overcome my desire to not store all those darn fish.

So, it really shouldn't be a huge surprise to any of us that at 2pm today I changed Charlotte's diaper and realized that the one on her bottom was the very. last. one.

Did everyone hear that? Not a single diaper in my house. And believe me, I looked. I searched the nursery, the car and every bag I have ever toted diapers in. Then I went to Caroline's room to find Fetch. Fetch is a big stuffed dog that Caroline likes to mother. She will, on occasion, put one of Charlotte's (clean & unused, thank you) diapers on him. Unfortunately for me, it appears that Fetch has made some strides in the potty-training arena because today he was all decked out in a pair of Dora underwear. So, no luck there.

It occurred to me that Fetch may have been without a diaper because I took it the last time we were running low. Yes, it has happened before. And no, I have not learned my lesson. I will say that every other time I have run out of my main stash of diapers, I have found enough to get us through somewhere else. I may have had to de-diaper Fetch to do it, but we've always figured something out.

Anyway, Jason was due home around 5:00, and I decided we would manage. I called him and asked him to pick some up on the way home. Two minutes later Charlotte's diaper needed changing. Quickly. So I pulled out the stash of swim diapers that have been collecting dust from the summer, contemplated for an instant how well they would work on dry land, and pulled one on. Thirty minutes later I picked Charlotte up to move her to a location where she couldn't attempt to put her hands in the toilet or turn off the computer or empty our dresser drawers. Of course, she was SOAKED to nearly dripping. And then, so was I. She went through two more of these "diapers" before Jason got home. Good times.

Clearly, the lesson is twofold. One, don't run out of diapers. And if you do, just safety pin a single paper towel around your baby's posterior. It will have better absorbency than a swim diaper. Two - and this one is important - never assume that any pool is pee-free. Because those swim diapers? They may keep the poop in, but the pee is free to leave.