At Least it was Clean

Right before their afternoon nap today, Bran was playing with the last two diapers I had downstairs. I thought, "good, I'm set for one more round of diaper-changing down here." For some reason the thought of bringing down another package of diapers from their room seemed exhausting, despite the fact that I was about to go up there to put the tykes to bed. Don't ask, I wouldn't be able to explain.

So after the long trip upstairs (I now creep slowly up the stairs in a half-crouch, acting as the safety behind two little insistent stair-climbers who stop often to examine smudges on the wall or the other one's drool puddles), a song, kisses, and a much quicker descent, I began to tidy up for the second time. I was a bit perturbed to find only one diaper hiding among the books and balls and tupperware. Hmmm...where could the other one be? Filed that question away...Then I re-collected the dirty laundry that also had fallen victim to the twins' curiosity and headed out to the garage with it...Do you see where I'm going with this?

Yep, the diaper had joined ranks with the laundry. It was either an extremely environmentally-minded diaper and had cloth aspirations, or I have a rascally Bran. Ahem. Confession: I usually don't even separate lights and darks anymore, just wash everything on cold all together (unless there's a really good reason to separate --and I mean really good, or if there's enough for two loads), so the little white diaper just slipped into the washer, unnoticed.

"Hmmm..." I thought, a couple of hours later, as I was switching the laundry to the dryer, "that looks familiar..." Staring up at me from the jumble of clothes was a little baby leopard, peering out from an almost unrecognizable, grossly swollen size 3 Costco diaper. You know that disease, elephantitis? One of Zac's favorites (to read about, not to have)...anyway, that's what this diaper had. And I've never closely examined the gel stuff they're filled with, but wow!! The diaper was about 4 inches thick, it looked like a mini-pillow, yet still had managed to spew about a gallon or two of the magic gel everywhere. It was a booger-fest, but with pretty, sparkly boogers. A quick phone call to an expert (my mom) helped me straighten everything out (-- just shake the clothes off and go ahead and dry 'em). The inside of the washer wiped out nicely, and life was normal again.

And ya know what? I still didn't bring down more diapers! I was relieved to remember that the diaper bag was in the other room, so I could just go in there and steal one from it! How insane am I? (Don't answer that.)