I've been not feeling well for awhile, so Tony has been taking over many of the household things for me. Well, at least, I've not been doing them...including making sure the kids have been keeping their room tidy -- clothes in the hamper, books picked up, beds made, etc.
A couple nights ago was the first time in several days I was upstairs with them for bed time and almost choked when I saw their room. Clothes all over. Books all over. Blankets strewn throughout the room. A very nasty smell due to Susi's disposable overnights laying all over the floor and Luke's saturated overnights (washable) still inside numerous pairs of pjs also scattered throughout the room. Ugh!
I have not been working very hard beyond encouragment to make sure the kids get up overnight to use the bathroom, if they have to go. The way our house is set up, the bathroom is two floors below their bedroom, and even though there are night lights throughout, it's still kind of dark at night, ya know? But both Tony and I encourage them to go downstairs for potty, or at least come in our room and get one of us to go with them. For awhile, they had both been doing very good. For awhile.
After seeing and smelling their room, though, I told them both "ENOUGH! You WILL be getting out of bed to go downstairs for potty, or we are going back to diapers for both of you." That horrified especially Luke who assured me that he would not be wet any more in the mornings.
The next morning I awoke when I heard over the monitor "Luke, you are wet!" "Yes, I know. But don't tell Mama, because it isn't going to happen again. I'll make my bed and she won't know." After a snicker or two, I later instead complimented them both on making their beds so nice without being told. However, that evening I did let them know I'd stopped at WalMart and ALMOST picked up some diapers but decided to wait one more day. "You didn't get diapers, did you, Mama?" "No, Luke, but I can go tomorrow if I need to."
This is what I heard this morning:
"Luke, Luke, wake up! I am not wet! I am DWY! Are you dwy?"
"Huuuuh? Uhhh, hey, I AM dry! I did it! I did not get wet last night! I don't need diapers!"
"Luke, we are both dwy! It's a MIWACLE!"
"No, Susanna, THAT is not a miracle, but it is good that we are dry."
"Well, it's a miwacle for me!"