- As my tank begins to run on fumes, I’m grateful to be home. Sure I haven’t been able to eat, pee, or change clothes since I got here, but I’m home. Sure I’ve had someone or two someones in my lap since I arrived, but I secretly love it. I was blessed with a work day that went by quickly. Very sick patients = busy day = shift ends before you know it. While its heart sinking to start the day with a patient on the brink of a disastrous outcome; it’s heart-warming to end it with them smiling at you and saying thank you.
- The weirdest thing happened on my way home. The situation felt so foreign. I wasn’t sure how to conduct myself. I stopped by the store on my way home. As I pulled into the parking spot, I readied myself for the task of unbuckling multiple carseats and hauling possibly cranky children inside with me to grab a single item. (So many times I just wanna crack the window and leave em in the car). Then I realized something crazy. I was all alone! I only had to haul my own body into the store. It was strangely liberating and surreal.
- When I got home, my toddler wasn’t absorbed with getting a hug and kiss from me. No. She had one thing on her mind, and had been waiting on my arrival with baited breath. When I walked in the door, she greeted me with “Momma. You got to fix MeeMo’s phone. She doesn’t have any games. You gotta put Bird game on her phone!” My child has become obsessed with Angry Birds. I have seen her open her eyes first thing in the morning and her immediate words are “Momma, please let me play bird game on your phone? Please!” And I’m such a sucker for please. I was again surprised, though pleasantly, when before bed she preferred I read her a genuine book to playing a mobile game with Ben. Score, Mommy.
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- On any given day, so many random musings make their way through my fuddled brain. What follows is a messy conglomeration on such: This morning, as I tried to reach the toilet paper with a miniature, non-stop talker standing on a step stool beside me, I thought, “I love my children and I’m gonna miss them when they move out, but at least I’ll have my private bathroom time back.” I find it amusing when you’re so frazzled by your child pestering you that you resort to giving in and saying something you don’t mean, like, “Fine. Do whatever you want to do. Here’s the lotion. Go tear up the house!” They run off excitedly. You take a deep breath. Then you go to check on them to make sure they’re not tearing up the house. These actions can often bring me to another realization, that for some reason I have to keep reminding myself of. See, I’m a huge smart*#%. But dang it. Small kids just don’t get sarcasm. If you say, “well, since you’re the one in charge who pays all the bills, you can do whatever you want today,” they’re not gonna get it. They just look at you with those wide eyes and sweet grin, no doubt happy over the chance to be in charge. I realized, no rather was reminded anew, that my hormones are no where near back to normal. Chloe usually uses Elmo or Sponge Bob bubbles. Yesterday I bought a bottle of genuine Mr. Bubble bubbles. This morning as I poured them into the tub, the scent wafted up to me. It elicited memories of my childhood that brought tears to my eyes. Bubbles people! I can’t make this stuff up. Sigh. Bring on the hormonal self esteem issues. Am I the only person who starts watching what they eat, and feeling proud at the end of the week, steps on the scale and is rewarded with weight gain?! I had to make myself feel better by saying it was my body holding on to excess weight for breastfeeding purposes. Yeah, that’s the ticket. I hope you don’t have to say to yourself today what I did when I got in my car, “What fast food is in here that’s making it smell like wet cat food?!” It was a urine saturated diaper forgotten in the back hatch. Febreeze even cringes at that.
- Last night as I was getting the girls ready for bed, I just felt saturated with joy. Don’t you love that feeling? I was changing a poopy baby diaper and feeding Chloe dinner at the same time. No, I don’t recall if I washed my hands or not. After wiping Bailey, Chloe called from her chair that she was done. I buckled Bailey down and then I went and I wiped the food from Chloe’s face with a wet towel and she gave me a cheesy grin. I went back to Bailey. She was waiting patiently and gave me a huge grin. She quickly became fussy after that, as she was ready for sleep. Both girls got pajamas on. As we went through bedtime routine, with one lovely girl on each side of me, I felt so happy.
- I often pray while I think about things. Last night, as I rocked one of my babies, I thought and prayed. I thought about that joy I spoke of above. I prayed a thank you for that joy, but I thought about its origin. I discovered true love when I had a child. I often thank God for showing me such a love. Then I thought how that about the time I had a child, I also changed many aspects of my life that were keeping me from experiencing all of God’s goodness. So, which came first, the chicken or the egg? Did becoming a Mother show me how to love or did a loving relationship with Christ show me the way? I’ve seen women birth a child, but lack a loving relationship with them. Then there comes the fact that as my relationship with Christ deepened, so in turn did my relationship with my spouse bloom. I think that impending Motherhood encouraged me to change my life, but I think the power of God truly changed it. I think becoming a Mother brought me the love of a child, but knowing God’s character, taught me how to truly love my children. God is love, therefore it’s common sense that knowing Him will teach you how to know Love. Understanding how much Jesus loved you to die for you, will undoubtably teach you how to love your spouse. My children bring me joy, but my relationship with The Lord ingrained that joy deep within me and showed me how to gain that joy from His gifts.
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- Sometimes I wonder about the level of manipulative intelligence that my toddler possesses. If this was still the Cold War era, I might fear she was a KGB operative planted in my home. She’s always watching and listening. When I’m speaking to another adult, I look over and she’s just staring, intently listening. Then she turns away, back to her toy or whatever, like she’s not absorbing every detail. I know she hears everything and files it away to reuse when she needs it. Last night she was crying and screaming when Ben got home. As a side note, she was screaming because I told her to sit on the couch after she had found a package of markers and drawn on her hands. When Ben came home and exclaimed, “Why are you crying?!”; she replied, “I’m just tired is why.” She had a wonderful nap. She was not tired. She was repeating an excuse she had heard me use with her Father to prevent a spanking when I didn’t think it was warranted. I used the word manipulative as well. An example: while at my mother-in-law’s, Ben asked her “who’s your best friend.” She replied my mother-in-law’s title “Nonnie.” The next day, I decided to test my theory when my Aunt came to visit us. I asked her “who’s your best friend?” She replied with my Aunt’s title “MeeMo.” (All the while grinning at my Aunt). Yesterday when we were alone, I asked her “who’s your best friend?” And she smoothly replied, “you are Mommy.” I’m thinking she has a future in politics.
- Bailey, on the other hand, may have a future as a writer. She is always very reflective. She is also very dramatic in getting her point across. Often when she cries, it’s like she’s telling me a story, recounting the horror she just endured. Her diaper can be empty, her tummy can be full, and I can be rocking her intently, and she will look off into the distance and begin to fuss and tell me all about it. “Momma! You left me on that mat all by myself! I didn’t know if you were ever coming back! That little tornado you call my sister almost stepped on me! And what is up with that man called Dr. Phil on the moving picture screen?! I can’t watch that crap!”
- Bailey is actually really easy to care for. She sleeps. She eats. She smiles. She can scream like a skinned cat, but she settles down easily enough. Usually, just picking her up and holding her close, will do the trick. She gets fussy at the end of the day, but it’s because she’s sleepy. Get her to sleep, and you’re set till the next day. I would like to think that this easy rhythm we’ve discovered with each other will continue. She’s different from her sister Chloe in every way possible, all most laughably so. She’s a mild tempered brunette. Chloe is a feisty blonde. If Chloe cried as a baby, I nursed her. If I wanted Chloe to sleep, I nursed her. Bailey, on the other hand, only nurses if she’s really hungry. Chloe hated bottles. Bailey has no issue with them. Chloe didn’t like to be held by strangers. Bailey can appreciate a warm lap, whoever it may be. Chloe had to be held all the time. Bailey can stare at the wall and entertain herself. I love Chloe more than anything in the world. I worried I could not love another child as much, but I do! I can’t imagine life now without little Bailey. They are so different, but I love them both so much. If Chloe asked “who’s your best friend?”, then I suppose I would have multiple answers too. I’m a blessed woman for sure.
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- It’s a rare quiet moment around here. Both girls are napping. Ben was here for a break from work, but has now returned. I could tell he was tired. He’s really been an important part of this parenting team. At this point in young Bailey’s life, I spend a lot of my time and energy caring for her. Breastfeeding makes this even more true. She also seems to sleep best at night when I sleep with her; just like Chloe did as an infant. This has made Chloe and Ben bedtime buddies. Where I used to read to her before bed; he now rocks her to sleep playing a game together on his phone. They often fall asleep together rocking in that chair and I’ll wake at 2 am and still see them there. So Ben is getting as little sleep as I. Last night he really couldn’t sleep. While the girls and I snoozed away, he sat up watching the radar and listening to weather reports. He felt it was his duty to stay up and stand guard for the impending storm, to insure all our safety. It wasn’t the tornado siren that woke me, but rather my husband saying we needed to move to safety. He had placed pillows in the hall floor. He carried a sleeping Chloe there and I scooped up a sleeping Bailey from her swing. We all lay dozing in the hall, while Daddy scanned the radar and paced. I never felt worry or fear. I prayed for God’s protection. I felt peace that He heard my prayers, and knew He had sent me my own little weather bodyguard in the form of my hubby.
- Today I pulled out the ole Wii Fit game. It’s about time to get back on the diet wagon and try to regain my pre-pregnancy figure. I’ve got a P90X DVD, but I figured I better not kill myself. I was outside with Chloe and Ben yesterday while Bailey napped. I ran around with Chloe and played with the dog. When I was bent down petting the puppy, I realized that my muscles and joints are still not back to normal. I feel stiff and not like myself. That being said, I decided to start off my exercise regimen easy with the Wii Fit and advance to P90X when I was more capable of doing it without injuring myself or risking my uterus falling out onto the floor. I’m glad I did, cause some of those yoga poses stung. My spine has been hurting where I got my epidural and I hope the yoga stretches will help. Hindsight: I wish I would of just continued on with the breathing and forgot about the epidural. I know now I could of done it. Maybe next time. I was pleasantly surprised that I was able to do 35 minutes straight before the baby woke up and Chloe went insane wanting her turn on the balance board. Perhaps I can manage to exercise inside until weather improves enough for outdoor activity.
- I really enjoyed running around outside with Chloe yesterday. Then playing Wii with her today was great as well. It’s really hard for me sometimes taking care of the baby, when I feel like I’m neglecting my little buddy. I think I’m doing ok giving her quality time with me. I know I meet her basic needs definitely, but that’s where the rest starts to crumble. Some days, when the baby is asleep, I find myself trying to fit in laundry and such at those times. I have to remind myself to just go play dolls instead. It never seems like there’s enough time to get done everything I want to do, and give Chloe playtime. Then I think about if I’m giving her the proper learning time she needs for her age. Then I remember that I need to chill out worrying about all of that. I realize Bailey is still very small, and that things are getting a little easier every day. It’s a challenge, but I’m up for it. Thank you to all my readers who have been here before, but don’t straight laugh at my face for all the worrying and complaining I do. Hang in there with me, and enjoy a laugh at my expense, if you must. Oh, and say a prayer for me, and definitely one for the rest of my gang.
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- Have you ever had a dream feel so real that it frightens you? Have you ever cried in a dream and the emotions are so vibrant that you can feel the pain ripping you apart? This is the kind of nightmare that I woke from this morning. I dreamed that someone I love very much, died. In my dream she died right before my very eyes. Just collapsed. Brain aneurysm. It was a very thorough and very real dream. It wasn’t like those weird flying dreams where people are naked and animals talk. No, it was like real life. In my dream, I went through the tasks you have to take when someone close to you dies. In my dream, I even went to her work to clean out her desk. It ended up being too emotional. There was more in her office than I thought, and I had the girls with me. This dream missed nothing in the way of realism!
- When I woke up I was naturally shaken from my nightmare. Ben was getting ready to leave for work, and I briefly shared it with him. I didn’t share my fears. It had kind of freaked me out. When I was a teenager I dreamed my Grandma died. A week later she really did. It had been unexpected. So since that incident, death dreams have always scared me. I tried to push it from my mind. I had assumed I was very capable of dealing with death and dying. After having been through the death of my Mom; I figured since I had gotten through such a tragedy, I would be capable of dealing with anything. But this dream had accosted my thoughts with just how I would feel and handle such a loss. I had nothing in reality to grieve, but the mere thought of it actually happening was really affecting me. I wasn’t ready for this at all!
- As I still sat there thinking about it, my phone rang. She was pulling into my driveway for an unexpected visit! It was so good to see her face, to give her a hug, to talk, and to laugh together. As a Christian, I know that the people I love, who know Jesus as I do, will only die to this earth. I know in my heart that they and I will live on in a place of beauty beyond what my small mind can fathom. I am only human though. I am glad that my Mom doesn’t have to experience the pain she felt here on earth anymore, but I still want her here with me. I want her to hold my babies and listen to my worries, but I’m glad that she now doesn’t have to experience worry. It’s so hard and beyond complex. The death of a loved one is a celebration, but also a mourning. I think it’s because my human mind can’t even begin to comprehend the expansiveness of an after-life. Since I can only see the world around me, I grieve when people I love leave it. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. I think it’s just one of those things we can’t completely understand. I do know that I can’t imagine how I could deal with death if not for my belief in God and us becoming His bride. When she left my house, I hugged her a little tighter. I’ll tell you the truth. I prayed to God to let her stay with me a bit longer on this earth, that I wasn’t ready for her to leave me too. I take peace in knowing that when He does decide to take her home, He will give me the strength to get through her passing and help me realize and celebrate that she is with Him and my Mommy.
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- For most people, Monday is their least favorite day of the week. For me, Monday is my favorite. Monday is my first day off after work for the week. It started off really crazy. I woke up and looked at the window and the sun was shining through the slits of the blinds. “What time is it?!” I thought. I felt like I had suddenly been pulled from a coma. I was in the bed. The baby was there, but no one else. First amazing thing, was that neither Ben’s alarm to wake up and get Marlie on the bus for school, nor Chloe’s usually loud waking ritual had aroused me. The second amazing thing was that the baby slept right along with me. My clock said 11:18. I don’t think I had slept in this late since our honeymoon!
- It’s amazing to me that I ever choose to leave the house at all anymore. It seems to be such a challenge. I’ve discussed with you before the task of packing diaper bags. But putting that aside, there’s plenty more to getting to the eventual goal of getting in the vehicle. Sure, you get everybody dressed. Just wait, cause someone’s gonna poop their pants right before you pick up your purse. Make sure they’re all fed, clean diapered, and any last minute items are added to the already overflowing bag. Then it happens. It always happens right when you’re 10-15 minutes late for where ever you are going. There it is: an epic meltdown. It can also be called “the come-apart”. This is the moment when you are trying to get yourself, the bags, and multiple children out the door and into the vehicle, and at least one of the kids will start screaming very loudly and crying tearfully about something very inconsequential. Lately for me, it’s been both children. I tell myself that if I can just get the car moving it will stop eventually. The other thing I love about Monday: this is Ben’s day off, and he can help me achieve this insurmountable task.
- Joking aside, my absolute favorite thing about Monday is that Ben is off with me. It’s our only day off together and I cherish it. The only bad thing about it, is how quickly it goes by! I truly enjoy spending time with him. He is my best friend, my greatest help mate, my confidant, and thankfully my biggest fan. He knows how to compliment me just when I need it, how to make me smile, how to make me laugh, and just the right thing to say to challenge my outlook on a situation and therefore encourage me to be a better me. We enjoyed a walk together today. We took along the kiddos and the dog, but we held hands as we strolled. He put his arm around me when we weren’t holding hands, and my heart swelled with affection for him. We came a long way before we found each other again. I’m glad God brought us to that place, and I look forward to where He will take us as a couple.
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- Some days you wake up and you just want to pretend the day doesn’t have to proceed. Your eyes are burning. You don’t feel rested. You’re not looking forward to what lies ahead. You just wish there was something different in store for the day than what it holds in reality. I’ve discovered that how you approach your day, the attitude with which you clothe yourself, can mold your day into something better than you imagined. Approach your day with joy.
- On my way to work this morning I sang joyfully along to the radio. Working on a Sunday is not my dream day, but I approached the challenge with a joyful heart. When on my unit, I smiled big. I sang a lot. I helped others. To often, even today, I see nurses who don’t even try to mask the fact that they are burnt out and despise their job. It’s really sad to see someone touch another human being that they are supposed to be taking care of, and handle them with a rough touch and a frown on their face. A bad attitude is dangerously contagious. On the other hand, a smile and a spirit of joy can go a long way to encourage others and lift them up. It is even therapeutically healing to the soul and body.
- When I got home, the baby was asleep and Chloe and Marlie were in the tub. Too often when Ben and I greet each other after work lately, the hustle and bustle of parenthood only allow a brief welcome home and brush on the cheek. Tonight when I walked in, he took me in a warm embrace and held me tight. We didn’t break the embrace immediately, but rather held it a long time. He brushed his hands through my hair as he held me. It felt so good, so precious, so natural, and such a joy. I loved on my girl. I fed my baby and was rewarded with sweet, first smiles. I started my day with joy. I walked in that same joy throughout the day. I was rewarded with joy at the end of my day. I didn’t always approach my day this way. I had to learn the hard way, to use this method. I encourage you to try it out. You won’t regret it, and the only thing you have to lose is a bad attitude.
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- Want to know one of the most useless things we do in life, that never has the desired outcome? Worry. I don’t know why we humans insist on worrying. Even if you have this awesome relationship with The Lord, built on faith, that positively teaches the opposite behavior; we still worry. It’s like my kid picking her nose or putting small objects in her mouth. I can tell her repeatedly not to do it, but she’s compelled. We too, children in our own way, worry even when God’s word tells us not to. Psalm 55:22 – Cast your cares upon The Lord and He will sustain you. Don’t you hate it when you know something, but you act like you don’t.
- The baby slept so good last night and so, in turn, did I. I remember feeding her around 2 am, then again at four. It comes so natural in the early morning, that it hardly seems like I fed her at all. I fed her a little bit at 5, then again at 6. I suppose I wanted to make sure she had a full tummy before I left for work. When I went to pump a little after 6, before heading to work, I was surprised that I could only pump 1-2 ounces. What is going on, I thought! I can always pump Ben a bottle full before I go. I worried my pump was malfunctioning. I worried something was wrong with my milk supply. When I think about going to work, and especially when I actually leave for work, I feel concern, bordering on worry for my children. Will Ben hear the baby cry? Will my Aunt realize Chloe is getting into everything and must be watched? Will the baby take a bottle ok?
- I prayed. I prayed for my pump. I prayed for my milk supply. I prayed for my children. I prayed for their safety. I prayed that whoever was watching them would hear God’s voice. I prayed Bailey would take the bottle. When I checked on the baby this morning at work, Ben said she slept from the time I left until he had to go to work. Guess that full belly worked. When I pumped at work, all was a dairy farm success. Bailey ate like a champ and was sleeping contently when I picked her up. Chloe was an angel per her MeeMo, and all her bones remained intact in my absence. My kids were fine without me. Worry is fruitless. I say that now. We’ll see how I feel in the morning. I think loving concern is good. Worrisome fear, not so much. I’m a work in progress.
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- Stay at home Moms get a lot of criticism at times from people who may not understand exactly what they do all day. As a part-time employee at my job and full-time Mom at home, I feel like I’ve seen both sides of the coin. If you don’t know, I’m a RN working in critical care. I work two 12 hour shifts in a row per week. That leaves the other 5 days to work at home as a Mom.
- What does a stay at home Mom do, you ask. My answer: what doesn’t a stay at home Mom do! While you’re wondering what we’re doing; we’re still in our bath robe. No, not because we’re lazy. It’s because we tried to squeeze in a 2 minute shower while the baby was napping and the toddler was occupied with something that wouldn’t kill her. Meanwhile, the baby is awake and hungry and the toddler is on top of the kitchen counter. Then it all starts again; endless feedings, repetitive diaper changes, and a continuous making of nutritious snacks for a finicky yet bottomless tummy, complete with snack plates that accumulate before you can clear the previous ones; all the while cleaning sippee cups of milk that have clabbered after having been stuffed behind the sofa. You can’t get that out of the no spill apparatus! Above stated bath robe is covered with snot, spit up, macaroni and cheese, and poop. No problem. We’ll just add it to the continuous pile of laundry that cycles in and out, day after day. While cleaning, feeding, bathing, and keeping out of harm, we’ll make sure to nurture, hug, kiss, love the children, while teaching right from wrong, and not loosing our temper in the process. We’ll manage to dish out all that love and energy to the children, but still appear attractive to our husbands, giving them the proper amount of love and attention that they require to know that we love them now just as much as the day we got married. Exhausted yet? Well, you can’t be. You gotta prepare dinner, get the kids ready for bed, and hope for some quality time with your spouse before you both pass out cold.
- As I said, I’ve done both. So hats off to working Moms too. You do all of the above when you’re not pulling a 9-5! I’ve decided that both of my jobs are equally challenging. Taking care of my girls all day is like getting a really sick patient at the hospital. With both, I spend the whole time running my butt off, doing the absolute best I can. I end up astounded when I look at the clock and realize how much time has gone by, yet how much I still have left to do. With both, I’m often overwhelmed. With each, when I’ve done the right thing and improved the situation, there’s a fulfilling sense of accomplishment for a job well done. With one, I get paid a check. With the other, I’m paid in love. The one job I could choose to leave if I so desired. With the other, I’m in for the long haul. As I see it, I spend 7 days a week, 24 hours a day working. If you’re a Mom, whether you work out of the home or not; you do the same. I say we take this moment to congratulate ourselves and reach around and pat ourselves on the back. Ok. That’s enough. The baby just blew up her diaper, the toddler is in your make-up, and the supper is burning. Back to work!!
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- My little, big girl is giving me a run for my money the past couple of days. She continues to astound, amuse, and aggravate me to no end. I’ve been impressed lately with her growing ability to draw circles and color somewhere within the vicinity of the lines. I, of course, try to see the creativity developing and young talent abounding, but this is difficult when she practices on my coffee table. She also decided to color the floor of her new doll house and the arms of her Dora chair. I have no idea when she managed to do this. When questioned, she seems to find it perfectly reasonable and normal to color these objects. She’s so good at arguing her justification that I almost find it difficult to correct such behavior. She truly seems to not understand why it’s a problem. Then I remind myself she’s only two. So we put away her crayons. Yes, again. I know. We’ve done this before! Her response to her punishment: “But I wanna color with them!” Ben said this morning that she’s like a little teenager, just going and getting whatever she wants. She gets in the pantry and gets what she wants to eat. She has learned to scoot the kitchen chairs up to the counters to get to the normally out of reach items. I got a little freaked out at the possible prospects after I realized she had used a chair to reach her Flintstone vitamins and was able to remove the childproof cap to get to the “candy.” Crisis was averted there. I told Ben we’re child proofing more now than we had to when she was a baby. When corrected, she again tries to justify and argue her way out of any wrong doing. We threaten corporal punishment while trying not to laugh out loud at her wit. Just this moment, I go to her room to put in a DVD for her that she wants to watch and discover she’s been trying to do it herself, again. We put the movies up and out of reach last week, but she’s somehow managing to reach them and get them down. Little tiny finger prints on my Disney classics! Ugh. Heaven help me. I just cannot take my eyes off her it seems.
- Today I went and picked up my little Sis to spend the day with us. I had such a good time with the adult company, that I wondered why we don’t get together more often. I could spend every free moment I have doing laundry or something similar, but that’s no fun. She is in her 9th month of pregnancy. Even with my most recent pregnancy being so fresh in my mind, I think we women all too easily forget how tired and sore you get. I suggested to her a trip to Walmart, not even thinking that she may not be up for such a venture. Yes, I know what you’re thinking. And no, I don’t go there everyday! (Just every other day). Thankfully, she humored me and went along. I continue to enjoy watching her grow into a woman and look forward to her upcoming journey with motherhood.
- Earlier I had a complete freak out, meltdown, calgon take me away, I can’t handle this, kinda moment. Since the arrival of Bailey and her crying, Chloe has taken to crying at the drop of a hat. If it works for the baby; right? Today was an especially tearful day. Along with that fun, was a blatant disregard of my authority. She has been disobeying and testing me all day. When we got home from dropping off my Sis, both girls were tired and fussy. I left the groceries in the jeep and immediately fed Bailey. She followed the feeding with a crying jag. She was inconsolable. As I patted and paced, Chloe shut her door. I went to check on her and it was obvious she was taking a poop. Since she was already started, I let her continue and with privacy. Minutes later I peeked in. The baby is screaming. Chloe had climbed on the dresser and gotten into her big sister’s perfume. I set down screaming baby and Chloe got in trouble. Back to consoling baby. The next minute I hear Chloe say “It’s doodoo!” I see brown on her white shirt. Yes. She has decided to finger paint with her own poop. Baby is still screaming. Regrettably, I actually called my husband and told him I was gonna kill the children. He knew I didn’t mean it, but as I sat in the recliner with the crying baby and a naked Chloe in the floor (recently scrubbed clean), I heard him pull into the driveway. He assured me work was slow, so it wasn’t a problem for him to leave, but I felt horrible. No mother of the year award there! Ahhh. Chloe is in Ben’s lap, no doubt happy for the attention. A smirking baby sits in mine. Remember when I’ve often said”never a dull moment.”? Well, there ya go. Please feel free to laugh or even say “I remember days like that!” I know I’ll look back on this one day and do the same. One day.
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