OH SHEET!

At this current stage of my life, hearing the word "sheet" is just as bad of a curse word as "sh!t".  There are 2 reasons for this.

One, we have a man-baby weighing in at a whopping 42 pounds at the young age of 2.  He is off the charts for his weight and at 99% for his height.  He is a beast!  And, what do 2 year olds of that size wear???  Size 4T clothes of course.  Do you think any diaper company makes diapers big enough to hold all the urine that comes out of a 4 year old's bladder??? No!  No they don't!  Even with the recent introduction of Size 7 diapers to the market, these diapers are not made to fit the body of a 2.5 year old man-baby. Soooo.... we currently wake up to C3 having wet sheets.  Weekly.  Bi-weekly.  Probably Tri-weekly is more like it.
And here's the deal people, I don't have the time or energy to be cleaning the bedding 3 times a week.  There is a reason that my kids wear "nap clothes" when they lay back down in the afternoons and there is a reason that they get clean jammies every night.  It keeps their beds clean and reduces the amount of work that I have to do.  Well, that and it helps with my Type A - keep everything clean -minor case of germophobia- personality disorder.  We have tried a handful of fixes, and it all boils down to the fact that our man-baby has a bladder the size of a 4 year old and the only true fix is going to be potty training.  Wish. Me. Luck!

The second large reason that "sheet" is such a bad word has to do with C2.  One night I went to put him to bed and noticed that his bottom sheet was terribly gritty.  Like it had sand all in it.  Hmmm... that was interesting.  ESPECIALLY since my kids have "nap clothes" and all.  I know he LOVES to play in the sandbox at school, so, maybe, just maybe, he got sand in his socks and he laid down to bed for nap and that's how the sand got into his bed.  Well, that night it was already late, so I just pulled the top sheet over and had him sleep on it for the night.  The next day I changed the sheets.  That night I went to put him to bed and his sheets were sandy, AGAIN!  Now.... hmmm... he didn't have school that day. AND I had changed the sheets just earlier that afternoon so there wasn't a huge time period for contamination.  It sounds like we have a san-demic on our hands (see what I did there?).   A few nights passed.  I didn't notice the recurrence of sand.  I was putting him to bed one night and he didn't have his socks on yet.  I grabbed a pair of fresh socks out of his drawer, carried them over to his bad and unrolled them to stick them on his feet.  WHEN I UNROLLED THE SOCKS, SAND FLEW OUT!  EVERYWHERE!!!  Ah Ha!  I solved this mystery.  Although, it is troublesome to me that "clean" socks can still be filled with sand, I at least knew where all the sand was coming from.  We do have a new ritual when he comes home from school.  He dumps his shoes on the door mat, removes his socks there too, heads to the bathroom to wash his hands AND feet.  It's not perfect, but it's resolution and I am finding less sand in his bed!  Which means you won't be hearing me say, "Oh Sheet!" so often.