A few weeks ago I had this terrifying dream. The world was overrun with zombies! As if zombies weren't terrifying enough on their own, in the dream I was fighting them off with a stick while carrying M in one of those backpack type carriers attached to my chest. While I can blame the Zombies on recently watching The Walking Dead, the trying desperately to protect my child from some horrifying event probably stems from me being a natural born worry wart. Not my best trait. I have always been the worst case scenario person. I worry about everything, and I mean everything. For example: I worry about snakes constantly! I worry about being murdered or abducted by some crazed maniac or aliens. I worry about vampires being real. I worry about nighttime intruders. I worry about daytime intruders. I worry someone will abduct me while I'm giving M a bath and they will leave her alone in the tub. I worry about car accidents and the paramedics having to cut off my clothes and seeing my worst pair of underwear. There are so many more..... seriously, this could take years. So, I hope you get the point.
Over the weekend, my husband and I had a conversation about our desperate need to protect our child. I brought up my fear of 2012 and how I worry about some crazy world apocolypse like in the movie The Road. I don't worry because I'm afraid of what would happen to me or about defending myself. I worry about having to protect my child and any future children we may have. I can't imagine having to survive in extreme environmental conditions while protecting my family. Mostly, I don't know how I would survive if anything happened to them. Which made me start to wonder and, well, hope that I am not the only person who worries about things like this. Especially crazy things like zombies attacking my family or the world ending in 2012. I can't even protect my daughter from her own poop exploding out of her diaper. How am I supposed to keep her safe when zombies take over?
I don't know if M will actually read any of this when she is older but if she does then... M, Mum-mum (what we think we can hear M calling me sometimes) is really sorry that I am about to tell the internet world about your poop! The past several months M's poop literally shoots out the top of her diaper every single time she poops. Before you even say it... we've tried at least 4 different brands of diapers. It's not the diapers that are the problem! I don't know what the problem is but it drives me crazy. At least once a day I have to try to remove her poop covered clothes without getting poop in her hair, all over me, or all over the house. I don't know what to do about the poo! If I can't protect her from explosive poos then how will I ever protect her in 2012?
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