Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Why I Wish I were a Baby Part 2

If you haven't read part one, go here.

Having a Bad Day
One day, Elise was having a Terrible-Horrible-No-Good-Very-Bad-Day of the Alexander variety. Things just were not going her way, and she would throw herself on the ground and sob her little heart out. And I admired the fact that she could do this. My day wasn't going too swimmingly and I was tempted to join her. Why shouldn't I be able to fling my angry self down, flail my arms and legs about and wail until I felt better? Next time a cop pulls me over, I just might try it.

Cute Clothes
I have a secret... I can't match. Seriously, I have no idea what colours go with what. I was too busy beating up boys and climbing trees when I supposed to be learning colour co-ordination. A lot of times I have to go back and change Elise out of what she's wearing, because Fred takes one look and just shakes his head. These days, I'm letting him dress her most of the time. The best thing about baby clothes is they come in outfits! No matching needed, everything is right there! Plus baby clothes are pretty comfy. And let's not forget about footie pyjamas!

I Just Peed My Pants
I'm not saying as an adult that I would like to wear diapers... but sometimes the outright convenience of it is almost enough to make me start clipping coupons for Depends. I drink a lot of water during the day... probably close to 64 ounces. That makes for a lot of peeing. When I start thinking about the time I could save by not having to take a bathroom break every two hours... maybe I would be able to write more blog posts about wanting to wear diapers. I'm also the type of person that HATES leaving a movie in the middle just to go pee. Usually I'll just tough it out, but by the end of the movie I'm yelling for Spiderman to just hurry up and die so I can get out of there.

Okay, I seriously don't want to wear diapers, but it made me laugh, and I hope you enjoyed it too.


Fred said...

Speaking of pants, how about being able to not wear any???
I know pants always beats no pants but there are times when it would be nice to go around pantless :^)

Joanne said...

totally hear you on the pants thing. Sometimes I dream about being able to walk to the mailbox sans pants. Maybe one day the the wanna-be-pantless will rise up and say "down with pants".

Kim said...

Josiah just asked if your dog was a good dog. I said "Yes, that's seven...definitely a good dog." He said "Yeah. She sits when her mom says sit. She always listens to her mom." :-)

By the way, I once responded to a Josiah tantrum with an imitation of my own...complete with pounding my fists and rolling on the ground. Josiah stopped, looked at me, and started laughing. Then he remembered why he was upset and started fussing again. So I started again too. He calmed down, and we figured it out. :-)