You've Gotta Laugh, or You'd Cry Your Eyes Out

Or something like that. First let me tell you the funny statement of the day here yesterday. Last night we were eating dinner, and I said something to Bill about my being tired. Rachel asked, "Why you tired, Mama?" and I said, somewhat sarcastically, "I don't know. What do you think?" to which Megan responded, not missing a beat, "Because you drive her nuts!" Ha! I guess it would be funnier if I didn't feel so guilty about it! I mean, wonder where Megan has heard that phrase? Do I really tell them they drive me nuts often enough for it to become part of Megan's vocabulary???

So on that note, I'm keeping in mind that I have to laugh at the antics of these children, because the other alternative is to allow said antics to drive me to the brink of insanity. And if I get there, I think I'll jump.

"What now?" you ask. It's always something with Rachel, isn't it? Well, today when we got home from gymnastics, Rachel demanded a change of pants, because some snow had gotten on her current ones. Not wanting to trudge up the stairs to fetch a new pair, I located a pair of pajama bottoms in a basket of slightly-too-large clothes. They were 3T, and were a bit loose, but they seemed to fit OK. Since we weren't going anywhere for the rest of the day, I figured I could just let her run around in those.

Nap time. After over an hour of goofing around, Rachel finally succumbed to slumber. When I went past her room to check on her, I realized why she had been so busy earlier. There she lay, face down on her bed, sound asleep, with nothing on but a t-shirt. NOTHING. Apparently she had removed her zipped up hoodie, her too-big pajama pants, AND her diaper. And now she was sleeping, face down and butt-up on her bed, for all to see. I will spare you the photo (yes, I took a photo!) because it borders on obscene, but you get the idea. Thankfully, the diaper wasn't full of anything (I had changed that one before she did this). Also thankfully, she somehow managed NOT to pee her bed while she slept like that.

Am I worried she will start stripping and taking her diaper off now? What will we do about that? Well, I'm taking one day at a time. After all, when Bill told this story to his coworker, who has three little kids of her own, her response was, "What? You mean she hasn't already done that??" I have given up getting mad about these things. I just laugh now. OK, maybe it's a maniacal laugh, but it's a laugh none the less. I wonder...will you visit me when I get to the nuthouse?