Adventures with Underprepared Mommy #37

In an effort to be prepared, I purchased diapers last weekend because I was running low. And by low, I mean I had 6 diapers left. And by prepared, I mean not running out of diapers. I had procrastinated buying diapers for no reason and knew I’d get ourselves in a pickle if I didn’t buy any. I got the really small packages of the cheapie diapers because that’s where my budget is. I only brought 1 pack in with the groceries and left the others in the car thinking I’d bring them in later on. Well, later on ended up being this morning.

We played in bed for a little while because that’s what we do on Saturday mornings. We got up and I carried her to the changing table. After I took off her diaper, wrapped it up and chucked it, I reached for a fresh diaper–the basket was empty! I said out loud to myself and for Mikaela’s language development benefit, “Oh yeah. I need to refill it.” With one hand on Mikaela, some grunting and go-go-gadget fingers, I reeeeached for the nearby diaper bag with my other hand. I quickly sifted through the bag.

Nothing.

Did the one-handed dump of contents: Spare outfit, toys, my wallet, and wipies fell out…no diaper. With a sigh, turned to my chunky little baby, barely clad in her jammies, and asked, “Now what?” She kicked and squealed with no idea what was going on. Sheer bliss in her world!

I had no choice. She was going to be without a diaper for 47 seconds. With a deep breath, I buttoned her up, set her in her crib, grabbed my keys, slipped into my shoes and literally ran out to the car. I think I held my breath the whole time. Upon return, I looked sighed with relief as I saw her happily playing.

I opened the diapers and pulled one out. “Look what Mommy got?!” I said with glee as I waved the diaper in the air. I picked her up and laid her on the changing table. I gave her a quick tickle as I proceeded to unbutton her jammies, pleased they were still dry.

I think a DJ appeared in the room and stopped the music with a screech of the vinyl record.

POOP!

I shook my head and laughed to myself. That’s what I get for being Underprepared Mommy

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