No diapers

Tonight was same ole, same ole. Scott had to coach Elena's soccer game in Desoto, which started at 6. The same time Ricky's baseball game started in Mansfield. Brandon's started at 7:45. I figured I wouldn't have much to blog about. WRONG!!! You guy's know I always have something to say.

Allan only had ONE diaper in his back pack. (You know, that's my responsibility. Why on earth would I count on anyone else to take care of this?) I so desperately want him to be potty trained. Well, he soaked through his shorts. Luckily, I had some clothes in the truck of my Honda. I was changing his diaper in the back seat of my car, with the car seat in the middle. (You Mom's know what I'm speaking of.) Well, I tugged on the diaper a little too tight and the tab broke. Good thing, I had a pair of training underwear in the back pack. All evening, I was praying he wouldn't wet his pants because then he would have to go naked from the waist down. Well, wouldn't you know it, he wanted Gatorade another kid had. He was eyeing it. The child's parent offered him some. I explained why I was trying to dehydrate him so he couldn't have any.

Allan walking through every water puddle on the way to the car. By the fourth kid, is it really going to hurt? No, Mom and Olivia, I'm not becoming a softy!