Wednesday, June 2, 2010 12:23am
I hear a cry coming from upstairs, then a cry coming down the stairs. It’s Havi and it can only mean one thing. I hurry to the stairs to help her and make my mistake- I pick her up. She held it in while she was walking, but as soon as I grabbed her and walked briskly to the bathroom, she lost control. Pee all over my pajama shirt and down my side. “It’s coming!” She cries. I put her down and there was soon a puddle on the floor. I helped her get her pajama pants down and sit on the toilet, but that was mostly just to get her out of the mess. Loud crying, smelly pee, midnight mess. I leave her on the toilet, start cleaning up the puddles and let her know I’m not mad at her. We have a little talk about whether she really went to the bathroom before bed like she said/still says she did... some doubt, but I mostly believe her. She finally stops crying, I get her wet pajama pants off her and start a load of laundry then get her some clean panties and shorts. I hand them to her to put on, help her to a clean spot in my room and turn to stick my legs in the shower when I hear her sleepy raspy voice singing “...so freakin’ bad”. I turn around and she’s sitting there naked, figuring out the panties. I say, “Havi, what are you singing?” She says, “That song- ‘I want to be a billionaire, so freakin’ bad...’”. Really. I go finish what I was doing shaking my head and smiling, then come back 45 seconds later and she is cuddled up on our decoration pillow pile on the floor perfectly, comfortably, asleep with a happy smile on her face and her hands together between her cheek and the pillow. Unbelievable girl.
