Diaper Night

Wednesday night is diaper night, not for me, for MacKenzie. The problem is that the gardeners come in the middle of the night on Thursday mornings. Well, it's actually eight am, but it might as well be the middle of the night. I work evenings and sleep in late. Eight am doesn't exist for me except in my dreams.

The dogs must be locked inside the house when the gardeners come, so that means I either need to lock them in the house before I go to bed or get up when the gardeners ring the door bell. The latter scenario is most unpleasant. I have to throw on some clothes, lock the dog door and make sure everyone is inside, then run and unlock the gate. The whole time, the gardeners are revving their engines outside the gate. I then have to wait for them to leave, lock the gate again and let the dogs out. Then I go back to bed. Is it any wonder that I hate gardener day?

It is by far easiest to lock the dogs inside the night before, but MacKenzie either can't or won't go that long without emptying her bladder. I don't like having to spend Thursday before work shampooing the carpet.

I didn't think that it would work, but it occurred to me that diapers might solve the problem. On Wednesday night before going to bed, I put a diaper on MacKenzie. She didn't like my putting it on her, but once I was done, she didn't mind. The boys looked at her funny, but she seemed happy in her fancy pants.

The next morning I got plenty of sleep, the carpet was dry and MacKenzie's diaper was nice and heavy. Problem solved.