Caught Short

Time has been flying. Flying faster than the 'yuck bits' evicted from Sonny Ma-Jiminy's bananas and green apples. Faster than utensils thrown from Smoochy Girl's highchair, followed by her tiny voice proclaiming, 'uh-ohhh!' Time has been flying fast.

And it is because of this that I found myself in an embarrassing quandary at 1:30 this morning.

Acting on some of my Advice To Self from last week's horoscope-bible-me series, I spent Sunday afternoon until Monday afternoon at my Mum & Dad's place. Nothing went according to plan but as usual, it was great to be there.

Sonny Ma-Jiminy had woken with a Surprise Dirty Nighttime Nappy at 1:30am which was unusual. When I was a brand-new first-time Mum, I learned that the worst part of being terribly short-sighted is changing dirty nighttime nappies. Without contact lenses, you have to get extremely close to the -err- project to do a good cleanup job. And of course, 'extremely close' is the least desirable place to be. But I digress.

After dealing with the nappy through a thick myopic haze and the grogginess of being two-thirds asleep, I stood for a while in my sister's old bedroom and became increasingly aware that due to the rapid progress of time over the last 28 days, I was in fact being treated to a regularly-scheduled visit from 'Aunt Flo' despite my estimation that she was not due for another fortnight.

Great.

Of course I had not packed anything one usually requires when dealing with visits from this particularly cantankerous relative, and I believed (erroneously, as it turns out) that there was nothing in my parents' house that could assist me in my hour of need.

I had nothing. Just clothes, toothbrushes, a mobile phone, and my samurai sudoku.

And a pack of Smoochy Girl's super-absorbant nappies.

I ask you: what would YOU do?