Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Late Night Adventures in Parenting
That sentence is not something I really want to hear at any time of day. But especially not coming from my child at 4 a.m.
So I grab my glasses from the nightstand and fumble my way into the bathroom to find Pippi standing beside the toilet. She's holding her finger up in the air, her pull-up and pajama pants around her ankles.
I grab a tissue, wipe her hand and reach to pull up her pants. And that's when I realize what was on her finger.
Somehow, even though she's been waking up dry for weeks, tonight she has slept through pooping in her pull-up and didn't realize it. That is, until she stuck her finger in it.
Ick ick ick.
And yet, somehow she's so sweet about it and appreciative of my help and just happy to have some quality time together in the middle of the night that I can't get mad at her. I wipe her bottom, scrub our hands, find a clean pull-up, get her pajamas back on and carry her to her bed.
As I'm tucking her in, she says, "I love you, Mommy. You are the Best Mommy Ever." Then she smacks my hand with one of her noisy little kisses and grins at me over the edge of her blanket.
Melty hearted, I drag back into my bed, fluff my pillow and settle back in toward sleep.
Except that Pippi isn't done yet. And that's the roller coaster of motherhood. One minute I'm all weak-kneed in love with the girl. The next minute she's wailing for me from the other room and I'm wondering why she hates me so much.
An hour later, we were finally both asleep.
One more hour and we're starting another day. One more crazy ride.
Photo: Self-portrait by Pippi has nothing to do with the story except that I thought it was funny.