Had a bit of an adventure last night but before I got into the story, let me explain a few things first.
1. With breastfeeding at night, I’ve found that it’s easier to sleep “au naturel” instead of fiddling with nursing tops in the middle of the night while Henry cries for food.
2. We use a cloth diaper service and they pick up the giant santa size bag of dirty diapers on Thursday mornings early, usually around 6:30, sometimes earlier, so we have to put it out the night before.
3. Our cat Purrl is a bit of an escape artist always seizing opportunities to make a break for it. She’s our own “Cooler King” (Great Escape reference for those who love this awesome movie).
So if you can’t see where this is going, let me elaborate…
I was feeding Henry at 2am when I realized we had not put out the diapers. Chris had mentioned doing it when he woke up but I didn’t want to risk missing out on getting clean diapers so I thought once I was done feeding him, I’d bring the bag outside. So once Henry was back asleep in his bassinet I set out to bring the diapers down. My bathrobe is inside our walk in closet, which is blocked by the bassinet so I figured I’d just run downstairs in the nude and dump the bag right outside our door since it’s so late, no one would see me and I technically didn’t have to go outside.
Well just as I open the door, I feel a tuft of fur on my ankle as Purrl sails through the door. I launch the dirty diaper bag onto her to slow her down and it pins her on the top landing of our front porch stairs. Without thinking, I step outside and grab her and bring her back in, while looking around paranoid that a neighbor will see this crazy naked lady with a dirty diaper bag in one hand and a cat freaking out in the other.
It’s cold at 2am when you’re out in the buff!