I arrived home from work yesterday to a cranky, sick baby and husband. No fun, but I told Mitch to go lay down. I was already tired and it was just a bad Monday. And then it was cleaning up the tornado that had gone through the house, getting baby fed, baby bathed, cooking dinner, stuffing my mouth in a few spare seconds, doing dishes, putting baby down, getting baby when she wouldn't stop crying, calming baby down, changing diapers, and nursing a diaper rash.
I didn't want to use a wipe on the diaper rash, so I set Keilani down to run around (naked bum and all) while I got a wet washcloth. I went into the bathroom to run the washcloth under warm water. Keilani followed me into the bathroom and along the way picked up one of my shoes she was playing with. In the time it took me to turn away from her, turn the water off, and look back down at her she had managed to poop on the floor and in my shoe. Mitch arose from the dead to help me clean up and asked if I wanted to throw my shoe away. I said to leave it and I would take care of it. So I diaper Keilani, put her down to play and go to work on the shoe. I left the bathroom for a few seconds and come back to find Keilani spraying her face and body with Clorox cleaner. Great. In my mind I am thinking "wow. I am the worst mom. I guess that just thinking-about-locking-those-cabinets-but-never-quite-getting-around-to-it didn't quite cut it!" We usually just keep the bathroom door shut, but now the cabinets are securely locked as well.
Anyways, Keilani continued to whine and cry and I knew I was at my limit. I went and got Mitch, told him "sorry if you don't feel well, but too bad, come get your daughter." He was a good sport and told me he would take care of her and try to put her down again.
I took a bag of popped popcorn, a glass of juice and 4 mint oreos with me into my bedroom, shut the door, sat on the floor by my bed and enjoyed 10 minutes of silence.
I woke up this morning feeling mostly recovered and came to work to find a friend who posted this on facebook. I loved it. Fortunately for me I think I have great friends (no one who would ever question my role as a mother). And even though I am not a full-time stay at home mom, I do love motherhood and feel it is a blessing. I am grateful days like yesterday are more the exception than the norm though.
6 comments:
love it! I constantly wonder where my day goes now that I'm home full time! I've had my two youngest throwing up since Sunday, yuck. Your girls got game-right in your shoe, Mitch should be proud. How are you handling being the bread winner and the WIA (at least you're not at head start, right!)
you are amazing! i love that facebook post. :)
So first I read "a bag of pooped popcorn" and wondered how I missed the popcorn story. Way to take time for yourself, you deserve every minute!!
Thanks for that! Goodness, I had a day like that the other day...well, every day it seems lately. And that article was awesome!
Wow, I think I would have taken more than 4 oreos!! =) I'm sorry, those days are rough!
We have had some similar experiences. I call the story "Poopi Picasso". I will have to tell you sometime. It was a whole day of, well, poop used as wall art. And that was just the start! Nice to know that other people have similar challenges.
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