Playing With Fire

Right now, I have NO diapers in the house. This is what taking a risk now looks like in my life.

You might wonder why I am not at the store right now buying diapers. I am holding out hope that my kids decide they would like to nap today. Don't think it is going to happen based on all the commotion that is happening upstairs.

Napping has gotten more and more trickier around here. I don't think that I have talked about the sleep situation in our house as of late, or ever for that matter. For about the first seven months of Whit's life, we played something called musical beds. At night, Whitaker first started off in our room in a pack and play, then we moved him to the bathroom, then we moved him in with Mae, then we moved him back to the bathroom, then we moved him to Mae's room while moving Mae to our room, and now they finally sleep together in the same room. Nighttime goes generally smoothly, although someone is always up at various times. Mae cries out in the night occasionally and Whit wakes up at around 5 most days (I feed him and put him right back down) but all in all my kids are decent nighttime sleepers.

Naps are a whole different ball game. Once Whitaker got into a nap schedule at about six months, I started off having Whit take his morning nap in the room he shared with Mae and then his PM nap was in a pack and play in our room. Mae was in her bed. I felt that Whit was confused and wasn't napping that great in the pack and play. So I decided to put them together. A few select days are glorious and I get an hour of quiet. Most days are me running up and down the stairs, changing diapers (my kids ALWAYS seem to poop right before naps in their beds), and trying to settle them down or telling Mae "it is nap time."

We are two poops into nap - they both pooped - and I am out of diapers. When I say I am out, I am out. I got none hidden in my car console, glove compartment, or in the back seat. I have none in my purse, diaper bags or all the other place that I have stashed diapers. So here I sit the 34, mom of two equivalent of playing with fire. Hope I don't get burned. I will let you know tomorrow.