So it’s been one of those days, and I have to write about it so that I can get comments from everyone telling me that, no, no I’m not crazy…
(did I mention my mom was gone?… I’ve been on “my own” all week)
The day started fine. Kids up, dressed and Abigael off to school.
I started nursing Declan around 11:00 am and promptly fell asleep. Quinn came in looking for lunch and for some reason, this request startled me just as it would if some one told me the house was on fire.
I jumped up, and quickly went to the kitchen to MAKE LUNCH!
with! an! adrenaline! rush!
I went to grab something out and managed to spill an ENTIRE 4 qt pitcher of kool-aid on the floor…
While I was cleaning this mess up, I heard an “explosion” from Declan — you know the sounds babies make when they poop… I knew it wasn’t good, but it was gonna have to wait for a moment.
Enter Seamus, who wanted to observe me cleaning up the kool-aid. He had dressed himself in a shirt of Abbie’s and had a pair of her underpants up around his waist.
Finally got the kool-aid cleaned up, and went to go change Declan. His poop had seeped out of his diaper and clothes and had run onto the leather chair he was on and run down off of that onto the carpet…
Got that cleaned up too. And was able to make lunch.
Fast forward to 3:21 pm. I was sitting on the couch with Quinn, and nursing Declan. Didn’t fall asleep, but I did forget to go pick up my daughter from school at 3:00. Called the school, she was waiting patiently in the office for her absent-minded mom to pick her up.
Did I mention that my mom was gone?
Do you think breastfeeding causes your brain to shrink or dissolve?
Anyone want to nominate me for Mother of the Year?