|Crazy morning bed hair.|
Today is a good day. Good days come pretty easily around here. I like to celebrate the very small and think of all the positives in it.
From today I will never again be one of those people with a trolley full of Huggies Boxes because Toys R Us have them at super low prices, nor will I do a trip to Aldi to stock up on a months worth of nappies.
I will never again be aware of the latest, greatest, bestest, trendiest, snobbery inducing nappy required for babies of the day.
After six years, our trolley will be nappy free.
Immy has been dry overnight for weeks, but it was me, insisting that she wear a nappy to bed for 'just in case'. She hasn't wanted to wear them so I have bribed her with the expensive princess pictured ones, used pull ups and all the usual tricks.
Considering she woke yesterday at 5.30am because she needed to go to the toilet, and my whispering and pleading of just do it in your nappy and go back to sleep were not listened to, I am giving in. I am accepting that throwing a dry nappy in the bin is a waste of every kind.
And by giving in I accept that I may have to wash sheets more often for little accidents. But I also accept there is spare money floating around somewhere and a change table that needs to go on ebay, that bags of poo will not be filling up the wheely bin and best of all, my handbag will have so much more space.