failure or genius?

This morning when Ryann wakes up I go in to change her diaper and realize that her diaper drawer is empty.  Crap, but I grab the kid and we head to the garage where I have the big box'o'diapers from Sams.  Except, there aren't any packs left.  What?  Seriously, didn't we just buy that thing?  Probably not, but I swore there was another package in it.

Ok no need to worry, there are always diapers in the diaper bag, so I grab one, put it on the little baby bum, and all is well.  I figure we will just run out in a little bit and grab some more.

Today we were having the windows cleaned, so I was running around the house trying to pick crap up so the guys could actually get to our windows.  Our house is a disaster.  It has been a disaster for the last couple weeks.  I suppose that is what happens if you aren't home on the weekends, and your child wakes up if you so much as think of walking by her door.

I started smelling something weird and I couldn't figure out what it was.  I had been going back and forth between the guest room and the bathroom in the process, (stepping over Ry who was playing nicely) so I thought ok, maybe someone forgot to flush the toilet.  Nope.  Did Chris have old food on his desk?  Nope.  Trash can stink?  Nope.  About the tenth time I stepped over Ry I finally wised up.  Duh, she pooped.  That is why it stunk.  So I went to the diaper bag.  CRAP.  I had put the last diaper on her.  Now what the heck was I supposed to do?

I quickly searched the house for any lone diapers, but we had NONE.  I couldn't leave her poor little bum in poo and take a stinky kid to the store!  Crap crap crap.  So my resourcefulness kicked in.  I grabbed a giant pad leftover from post pregnancy (sorry tmi) a couple onesies and a pair of Ry's fleece pants... stuck the pad inside the first onesie, put another onesie on top, put on the fleece pants, and stuck a dishtowel behind her in the carseat.

I was hastily writing a note to the window guys telling them I'd be back shortly, when of course they pull into the driveway.  So I'm running out the door telling them I have to run and get diapers (like a crazy woman) because my child isn't wearing one.  No hi, how you doing, just I'll be back in five, ok?  Ok.  Thankfully the window guy (who I'm pretty sure is my age) just smiled and said ok.

We ran to the grocery store with lightening speed, grabbed a box of diapers, and headed home.  Did another quick awkward hello to the window guys and plopped Ryann on the changing table.

She had peed.  But it didn't make it past the second onesie.  Thank you giant pads.

Success.

Next time though?  I'll opt for making sure we aren't out of diapers.