Flying Diapers

There is nothing like being woke up by a diaper flying over your head.

Yep, that is how I was awakened this morning. Little L was up before 7:30, which is good since she went to bed before 9 the night before. I grabbed the remote and turned it to cartoons, hoping to lie back down and not think for several more minutes. I turned my back to her and covered my ears, because Mickey Mouse Clubhouse is pretty unbearable for me when I am wide awake, let alone first thing in the morning. You are too chipper there Mouse. Shut the $*&#@ up!

Little L didn’t like that my back was too her so I got a toe in the middle of my back. A toe that started digging and pushing and poking. I asked her to stop. I told her to stop. She finally got bored with it and stopped moving around. Awww…a few minutes of peace. I started to finally doze back off, when something woke me up. When I opened my eyes, I caught a blur of a diaper being tossed thrown over my head. I heard a giggle. I turned back over and there she was, with just her little t shirt on smiling from ear to ear. I grabbed the diaper to find that it was completely dry, so I was scrambling to get it back on her before the water works started flowing and I would be washing the bedding for half the day.

I got to hand it to her, she knew exactly how to get me out of the bed. 🙂