I have decided that diapers are useful measuring devices for the difficulty of the task. Before I go anywhere, I think about the diaper situation.
A trip to preschool or to grab a box of Cheerios at the store, no diapers. Pretty quick and easily accomplished. Even if someone needs a diaper change, it can wait.
A little more involved trip, like running a couple of errands, maybe buying a birthday present for one of the thirty thousand kids’ birthday parties we go to every year, I’ll probably throw a diaper and some wipes in my purse. Just in case.
The more complicated the trip, the more diapers needed:
A dinner at nana’s, two or three diapers
A day trip to Disneyland or the zoo, five or six diapers
A few days at Grandma’s or a trip to the mountains, I bring a pack
I’ve realized recently the diaper system works well to gauge the difficulty of my day. More diapers usually means a crazier day, especially with a potty training toddler in the mix.
A couple nights ago, I realized just how accurate it really is. Ella was having a temper tantrum about going to bed. When we’ve gotten to the point where we’ll no longer bring in books or refill the water glass, and we’re not tucking her in anymore, and we’ve brought her six dolls (none of them the right one) and she’s frothing from anger and screaming incomprehensibly about something and we’re just ignoring her now. There is still one thing she knows we won’t ignore. A plea for a diaper change.
At night, Penny is usually asleep in her room where the diaper pail is, and we’re generally irritated, so we leave the wet diapers on the floor of her room overnight. The next morning, there they are, a measurement of the difficulty of getting her to sleep. The other night was a three diaper night. I’m still worn out. Hoping for a one diaper day today.