NaBloPoMo

I don't know why-oh-why I did it, but I signed up for NaBloPoMo. That would be National Blog Posting Month. You're supposed to commit to write on your blog every day in the month of November. EVERY DAY! What was I thinking?! Surely I can see by checking my previous postings that I am not an every day kind of girl. Heck, I couldn't even take prenatal vitamins every day (which of course, explans my son's weird toes. That and the fact that I took a trip to wine country and got sloshed repeatedly before I knew I was pregnant).

But I'm going to give it my best effort.

And to start off the month, a kind of gross story. Mr. Rx the kids to our "cabin" last weekend while I was having a girl's weekend here at the house. Daughter M came home and reported that she has peed the bed at the "cabin"! Or more accurately, peed the sleeping bag. I found this incredulous because M is a camel. That child can hold her pee forever. You know how most people, the first thing they do every morning is make a trip to the bathroom. Not M. Maybe an hour or two later she'll go to the potty and then let loose a torrent that in usually associated only with cows and flat rocks. So I was skeptical whether this incident really occured.

But then I found the sleeping bag in the basement spread out over a couple of chairs, as if to dry. I got around to asking Mr. Rx, did M really pee the bed??

He said: Well, her pants were a little wet, but I don't know if the sleeping bag got wet. I was thinking you could smell it and see what you thought.

Yes, my husband wants me to sniff the sleeping bag and see if I smell pee.