My Little Optimist
Grace asked for a nap today.
She doesn’t nap any more, but she did look tired, so when she said she was and asked for a nap, well, she took a nap. Because she looked genuinely tired, I opted to put her in a room, on a bed, with real curtains that could be drawn. So she could have a nap in a quiet, dim environment.
She peed in the potty right before she went up.
I woke her after 45 minutes. She may be tired, but I don’t want to mess up her bedtime, if possible.
And in 45 minutes, starting with an empty bladder …
she managed to pee the bed.
My son’s bed.
Thank goodness I’d pulled his upper sheet, blanket and comforter aside so as to cover Grace with a daycare flannelette sheet.
But the lower sheet and the mattress? Big soggy spot. Ick.
I admit I emitted a dismayed, “Oh, Gra-aace!” when I realized the damage. I may also have muttered rather darkly to myself as I stripped the sheet off, pressed a towel into the wet spot on the mattress, and sprinkled it with baking powder. (When it dries, I’ll vacuum it off. Then the Febreeze.)
Grace stood to one side, watching the sopping-up and the sprinkling-on.
“Yes, love?” I glance up. Grace is smiling, and, very obviously trying to comfort and reassure, she presents me with my silver lining:
“Mary, I didn’t pee on the pillow!”
It made me laugh. I wonder if it’ll work on my son, who has to sleep in that bed tonight?