Remember Linus from Charlie Brown? The little guy who was constantly dragging around a blue blanket EVERYWHERE he went? Yeah, I have one of those. Not a blue blanket, but a Linus. My youngest has in her possession what she affectionately refers to as her "me". Her blankets, her security, her lifeline, her protection from the outside world, her reason for being, her universe. She cuddles with them, drags them around, sleeps with them, requests them EVERY time the buckle clicks on her car seat, etc, etc. She has four "mes" in her stash, normally we can leave the house with just one but when we are home, she requires all 4 for naptime, bedtime, upon waking up, and so on. Yes, four. It's always good to have a back-up, right? Well, sometimes you need to plan on a back-up for your back-up....
What do you see in this picture? My little cherub cuddling sweetly with her "mes", right? Yep, one would think so. What you aren't seeing is what transpired just moments before this photo was taken.
Naptime yesterday didn't end well. She woke crying, which she never does. I opened her bedroom door and INSTANTLY knew something was off. Upon closer inspection I realize her friggin diaper is what was off....awesome....no, no it's not what you're thinking. It's not the "she-took-her-diaper-off-and-smeared-poo-everywhere-and-onto-every-surface" story. She DID poop, but it wasn't what I would call "everywhere" and she peed too. Awesome. So needless to say, her "mes" were not in the best of condition and required a bath, as did my spawn. Why is it this shit (no pun intended) always happens when you're in a hurry? As it turned out we were literally on our way out the door for my oldest's softball practice. The other two were already in the car. So I hosed her down, changed her, and ran. Unfortunately the mes did not get a bath at the same time so when we returned home at 7 pm, they finally got tossed in the wash...not ideal timing but I had hoped that a rare late-night viewing of Wall-E would help. No such luck.
At 7:30 she got another bath and jammies, immediately followed by a request for the mes. 6 minutes later she was looking around for her mes. 7:42 found her rolling around on the floor wailing "me me me me" over and over. At 7:54 she was standing in the laundry room whimpering by the dryer...2 minutes later she was banging on it shouting "ME ME ME!" By 8 she was standing by her crib wailing and begging for her mes. By 8:04 we had a tantrum reminiscent of the shopping cart meltdown. One would think I had just sat in front of her ripping her mes into tiny pieces, then I yanked the arms off of all of her baby dolls, poured out an entire gallon of apple juice before her very eyes, and ate an entire box of fruit snacks without sharing (all things that would devastate her little self if you hadn't already figured that out). By the time I got the damn things out of the dryer she was so pissed she didn't even want them, she didn't know what she wanted at that point...she was that far gone. She threw them back at me and was doing her best to get away from me, the offending bitch who took her mes from her. We finally got her calmed down with a few more minutes of a movie, some late night apple juice, and a fistful of pacifiers (so my kid has a few vices...don't judge)...only THEN did she ask for her mes. She cuddled happily as if nothing had ever happened while I scoured the internet looking for back-up "mes"...because a good mom ALWAYS has back-ups for her back-ups.