And the whining.....

Some days I could just run off and join the circus.... OK, probably not, but I like to fantasize about it. Except it wouldn't be the circus.... Anyway, I am just having one of those nights, where I am dead tired but I can't sleep.

The kids are finally all tucked in and its quiet, I could be spending time with hubby but he can't ever stay up later than the kids and I really am quite peeved at him anyway. It doesn't take much really, he just asked me to try and do better about throwing diapers away.

Yes, I know you are all wide eyed and open mouthed now, appalled that I sometimes, or perhaps frequently, depending upon your definition, leave wet diapers laying around. It gets busy around here sometimes. Friday I was trying to get myself and the two littlest ones ready to go get Adam from school to get his sports physical, so I was in a hurry. I did notice when Jake came into the bathroom that he had stripped his pants and diaper, and I made a mental note to hunt down said diaper, but in the mean time I scooped him up and gave him a fresh one and new clothes, you know something worthy of a trip to the doctor. And course the old diaper slipped my mind, by the time we got home it was time to think about Halloween, etc. etc. Then, this morning we had to be at the soccer field by 10am and Shane was off to work early so I was on my own, again, as usual. I wrestled Jake down on my bed to change him and dress him. I set his wet diaper on my nightstand while I wrangled him into his clothes then more kids came in all wanting help with something, so yes, I forgot about that damn diaper too. We spent the morning at the soccer fields and when we got home we immediately went to work on finishing the swing set in the back yard. By the time I was back in the bedroom tonight I was exhausted.

Sooooo, when my darling husband came walking in the bathroom gingerly carrying a tightly wrapped up diaper in one hand and a diaper that was still in the shape of a little Jacob body in the other, I just sighed in defeat. But then he had to go and open his big mouth, he tried to say it sweetly, "do you think you could try and do a better job of throwing out the dirty diapers, I can't stand you leaving them around the house", or something like that. All I heard was I don't appreciate or understand anything you go through here. I mean really, just throw away the stupid diapers and leave me alone. Like I want dirty diapers on my night stand. Does it take a brain surgeon to get that if someone is leaving diapers around and they happen to have five kids, then maybe they were preoccupied with other things and maybe you should just help out a little more!!!!! I swear he acts as though I enjoy living among the diapers and I would just be doing him a favor if I would cut it out, because he just can't live this way, aghhhhhh.

Whew.... I guess I'm done. I had a fleeting thought earlier about finding a used diaper to leave on his pillow, but the writing therapy is probably the better way to go. Perhaps I can go to sleep now!