I Should Not Get Dressed

As I have mentioned, my littled buddy bumped his head when he fell off a bunk bed. It happened while I was getting dressed. It took me forever to get up the nerve to leave him long enough to get dressed again. Then once I did, over a month later, I came back into his room to find him standing on his changing table. He had pulled all of the cute car stickers that I had put up there down. And they were stuck to the carpet. There was no way I could just put them back up. So, I didn't get dressed for another two weeks. We ran errands with me in my jammies. Went to the beach, again, with me in my jammies. And yes, there I was picking my big girl up from school in my jammies. I finally decided to get dressed one morning. My little buddy came running into my room saying, "poopoopants, I change-y diaper." So I told him to hold one while I put my shirt on and I would be right in to change his diaper. In the mean time he had decided to look for "sissy" and slid all the way down the stairs. I called to him and he came running back up and we walked into his room. There, on the changing table was his diaper. I looked at him...just a pj shirt. No diaper. He had climbed up onto the changing table and taken his diaper off. His yucky, full of poopoo diaper. Left it on the changing table for me and then slid down the stairs on his bum which hadn't been wiped yet. Therefore, I'm never getting dressed again.