26 May 2008

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.


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?

Five Star Friday


Becky said...


This in not a good scenario at all!! I would have jumped in the car and searched for a 24 hour servo or something.....

No Actually. I would have made my darling husband jump in the car & look for a 24 hour servo!!

((hugs)) those situations suck!!

Givinya De Elba said...

Shrug. They make for good blogging :)

Aunt Debbi/kurts mom said...

Oh no. What a situation. I suppose you can improvise.


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Anonymous said...

Crazy sister:

If you were in my old room, there was a stash of old feminine hygeine products in the middle duchess drawer UNTIL THE DAY BEFORE YOUR STAY when I thoughtfully removed the entire item of furniture on a trailer.

So sorry about my trademark impeccable horrible timing. Not that you knew they were there in the first place. And since they were the old surfboard sized ones from last century, a nappy would be pretty similar anyway.

Heather said...

You know, my new Most Favorite Feminine Protection Product EVER is about the size and width of a baby's diaper. Actually, possibly even bigger than my kiddo's preemie diapers from back when she was but a peanut in the NICU...

*scoots off to dig out one of the "saved as a memento" preemie dipes to compare with the Always Ridiculously Large Overnights maxi pad*

Yep, it's bigger than the dipe. Whoa nelly.

I'm officially adding you to my blogroll, as I'm so very much enjoying catching up on all your past posts. Cheers!

Karen said...

Oh dear...

But ... a little, never talked about secret about what happens when Aunty Flo leaves the building for ever...

The need for her products does not leave with her. You still need them for when you sneeze, laugh to much, cough, pick stuff up off the floor and so on . You get the general picture?

Of course your Mum will still have them!! :-)