I admit it. I am totally raising a family of bedwetters. But shhh, not a word of this to anyone, because know that my kids would totally not be down with me telling you. So...promise not to tell? Pinkie-swear?
I mean, it's not like I said when they were born, "Hey, it'd be great if this kid spent the next ten years in diapers!" Hardly. But my two middle kids both were well over four when daytime diapers went away, and one was 9 when nighttime finally became a non-issue and one is 7.5 and it's still an issue. I know, I know, there can be anatomical issues at play that make it nigh near impossible for a kid to wake up at night in order to pee, and I think I get to blame their dad in the genetics department because I know it wasn't me, but it's times like this when I almost wish I wasn't such an agnostic paganish person and had something to pray to besides trees, because seriously, the torment a kid goes through when they're that old and still pee the bed is simply awful to behold.
And as much as I'd like to make fun of the new underwearish-looking pee pants from GoodNights, what I'm going to do instead is run out and buy some, because if a pair of pink plastic scaled-down Depends would make my daughter feel comfortable sleeping in the same room as all the other girls at her next sleepover, then they are totally worth the probably two bucks apiece.
(Although please don't click on the link, as the saccharinity of the mother-and-son duo serenely and drily gazing out the window at the stars is enough to make me hurl.)
(And thinking about diapers being called Sleep Boxers kind of makes me want some...it sure would eliminate those pesky late-night trips to the bathroom!)
