Yesterday, something strange and wonderful happened in our house. For the first time in months, there were no alarms set to go off. Yesterday, we were blissfully able to waken up to the wonderful world in our own good time.
And while this good time is usually before 7am, yesterday morning, we found ourselves looking at 9.10am on the clock.
This is absolutely unheard of in a very busy house.
So unheard of actually, that the initial stretches and contented turning over in the bed quickly turned to suspicion…panic almost.
Have we slept in? Why wasn’t she up yet? Was she OK? What was wrong? Because something must be wrong when Mini-me is still sleeping after 9am.
And then we heard it… the singing.
Poor, sweet, oblivious Husband smiles and says “Ah listen to her, the wee dote’s singing.”
Poor, suspicious Wife smiles and says “Mmmmmmhmmmmm…the wee dote’s peed the bed.”
He automatically frowns at me and asks “Now how can you tell that when she’s across the hall?” and as he gets up to go over to his wee dote, I snuggle back under the covers knowing how the conversation is going to go when he reaches Mini me’s bedroom. How do I know? Because I do.
Every morning, our little munchkin climbs out of her pink bed, toddles out of her pink bedroom and takes her pretty self up to the toilet in the not-pink bathroom.
But once in a while, usually after an epic long sleep, she awakens in a puddle. And rather than jump out of bed, horrified that she’s lying in smelly peepee, she seems to find the warmth of this magical peepee puddle so lovely and cozy, that she just stays there. And she’s clever enough to know that when the duvet is pulled off the bed, said magical warm nest will become cold and wet and uncomfortable. So she stays there…singing…until Mammy comes in and ruins it.
“The bed wet my jammies Daddy!” she announces as he enters the bedroom.
“Did you have a wee accident?”
“No. It was the bed!”
So the bed had an accident. Mini Me enjoyed the cozy cuddles of the accident and within two minutes, had been lifted from one warm, wet puddle to another one, as I set her into a bubble filled bath.
Accident prone bed stripped, washing machine started, windows swung open…oblivious toddler blissfully continues singing in her bath.
We have to admire a toddler’s ability to see only the good in a situation like this. To the adult, it’s a torture; wet bed, PJ’s stuck to skin, stench of pee in the room. To the toddlemonster, it’s quite enjoyable to wake in the morning.in a pre-heated cocoon!
So how did I know that the sweet, melodic singing that greeted our lovely alarm free morning, was in fact an alarm screaming Mum, the bed’s wet!? How did I know that she was quite literally singing in the rain-puddles?
Because I’m suspicious Mum, and where my Mini-me is concerned, I’m usually right!