Running out of room

Over the monitor, I hear "I wanna rock, Mama."  A few minutes pass and again I hear, "I wanna rock, Mama."

Three or four minutes go by then it's all out screaming.  With a "I wanna rock, Mama!!" thrown in every few minutes.  Baby Boy is ready for his nightly bedtime battle.  I love rocking him, I really do!  And really, don't mind.  The problem...... I'm now rockin a 6.5 month belly.  My pregnant belly along with a 28 lb toddler makes for a full lap.  I'm literally running out of room in my lap.  I can normally rock BB for 4 or 5 minutes then that's all I can handle.  He wants to lay on my chest with a leg on each side of me.  In other words, he's pretty much sitting on top of my belly.  So back to that 5 minute limit...... that's all I can take of the baby pushing on my ribs and BB laying on my chest.

Finally, after an hour of dealing with BB and him finally being asleep, I can head downstairs for some quiet time myself.  Then it hits me (this is what actually happened tonight!)...... there was a dirty diaper tied up in a plastic bag at the top of the stairs.  It's no longer there.  In the back of my mind, I remember BB saying while I was getting LM settled in bed, "Uh oh. Trash!"..... no flippin clue what the child DID with the poopy diaper.  I do know there's no way in hell I'm going into BB's room to check it out.  The kid is finally asleep and I'm not risking him waking up.  I just hope and pray the diaper is tied up good enough to not stick up the whole room.

Mission for tomorrow:  Find poopy diaper.