As she rips off her own plants and diaper and streaks down the hall I'm left open mouthed and frustrated. It's nearly eleven at night and I am tired. But what can you do after chasing said toddler for the last few hours EVERYWHERE. Nothing. So i sit and wait for her to come back. I later will check for wet spots in the carpet.
And finally terror comes back. Baby number two is kicking the pee out of me and now I have to wrestle the bare-butt toddler into a new diaper and more pants. At some point she will go to sleep - I am sure of it. At some point!
<Sigh> These are the moments that you laugh at the next day, but wish would end the night before.
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