So, it's no secret that Danny doesn't exactly go to bed and sleep there. We have a good routine down of getting his diaper and pants changed, going up to read a story, hugs and kisses, processors off, and I lay him in his bed and leave the room. He immediately gets up - I know this - but he doesn't cry and he doesn't cause trouble in his room, so I don't stress it. For the past month or so, ever since he got a cold and liked to sleep with his head elevated, he's been falling asleep in the gliding rocker in his room. For the first week, I went in and moved him to his bed every night, but I've stopped worrying about it. Eric slept on the couch, futon, or floor until he was 3 and a half, and Danny is sleeping all night long, so meh.
Last night, DH and I stayed up until 11:30 watching a movie, and on my way to bed I peeked in on Danny as usual. He was curled up in his glider. I saw a splash of diaper-white on the seat, so he'd taken his pants off; oh well. I closed the door and went to bed.
This morning, I woke up and realized Danny's pants - his single pair left, since he's worn holes in the knees of all the others and I'm not quite ready to buy new 24m pants when I KNOW he's almost outgrown them - are still in the washer. I'd forgotten to move them to the dryer last night. Sigh.
I went into his room next to check on him/wake him up/let him out. He looked over at me from the glider, broke into a huge smile, and raced off to go see Eric. Typical. Then I surveyed the room...
First, there are dry bricks EVERYWHERE. We have a little appliance called a Dry-n-Store; it's used for drying out and sterilizing electronic devices (aka, his CIs) and uses these little tablets with chemicals or something inside, I'm not sure what, that help drain moisture out of the air in the Dry-n-Store. Danny had used an empty bin I'd set in his room from going through clothes yesterday, pulled it over to the chest of drawers, and got a hold of the 2 spare packs of tablets. Fortunately, they have a sticker over the holes until you start using them, so he couldn't get to anything toxic, but yeah.
Second, his CIs (which I had just set on his chest of drawers in the harness, not bothering to put them in the Dry-n-Store last night) were on the glider where he'd slept. He's very attached to them at this point (go figure), and he must have grabbed them down and cuddled with them to fall asleep. That wouldn't be a problem, except...
Third, his diaper was sitting on his glider, dry as a bone. That flash of white was his stripped diaper sitting behind him, NOT on him. The seat of the glider was soaking wet (as was his shirt, when I went to get him next). Of course, with no diaper on all night, he'd peed all over the chair and himself. But wait. What else was on the glider? OH RIGHT, he had peed all over his thousands of dollars a piece cochlear implant processors.
So now I'm about to go take Eric to school and do some shopping with Danny, and Danny is in jammies and with no ears. His processors are in the Dry-n-Store with a new tablet, hopefully drying out with no negative impact. (Have I mentioned that, if his processors do fail, audiology is closed until Jan 5?) His harness is in the washer. His jeans are in the dryer.
And me, I'm a total winner