So mothers, tell me. Have you ever had a day like this?
Your days begins with a baby who peed so much in the night that his diaper is sodden and the sheets need to be washed. You get everything changed, including your baby, and get downstairs in attempt to start the laundry, but your baby is fussing so much that the laundry gets set aside. You get your baby a bottle which he refuses to drink unless you hold it for him, which means you completely forget about breakfast for yourself. Your baby is finally calm enough to play with some toys, and you remember that you need to eat. However, as you go into the kitchen, you hear your baby rip through his diaper in a massive blowout. You don't get there in time, which means he has pooped all the way up his back in his March Madness shirt that matches Daddy's, which they were going to wear that night while watching the championship game. Not only did he blow through his shirt, but it also seeped into the carpet.
By the time you get everything cleaned up, your baby is sitting in just a diaper while you run the dirty one out to the dumpster, and run upstairs to grab him a new outfit. On your way to start the laundry and get his shirt clean, you receive a text from your bank informing you that your credit card payment is overdue, even though you paid the bill over a week ago. You spend the next half hour battling with customer service to get the problem resolved, and forget all about the laundry.
After feeding your baby cereal with sweet potatoes, which in turn gets all over the tablecloth you just washed the day before, you look over at your sink which is piled high with dirty dishes. You begin scrubbing pots and pans, and while you're up to your elbows in sudsy water, your baby drops his toy and begins screaming. You dry yourself off, put him in his swing for a nap with Baby Einstein on, and go back to the dishes. By the time you get all the dishes done and the dishwasher started, you remember you never started the laundry. However, you remember that you can't have the dishwasher and the clothes washer running at the same time, or your laundry room will flood. On the plus side, your baby is finally asleep, and you can go upstairs, fix your hair, and put on some makeup.
You go into the bedroom to make the bed, when you hear your baby crying. Naptime's over, apparently. As you pull your baby out of the swing, you see that he has yet again, pooped through his diaper and consequently, all over the swing. You spend the next hour cleaning your baby, putting him in yet another outfit, and cleaning the swing. The good news is now the dishwasher's done, and you can begin the laundry.
Now that the laundry's started, the day has flown by and you need to get dinner started. It then dawns on you that you've had virtually nothing to eat that day, so you munch on the vegetables you're simultaneously chopping while singing "Old MacDonald" to your fussy baby to keep him happy.
Somehow, the laundry gets done, the house is cleaned up, dinner is prepared, and the baby is in his matching t-shirt for when Daddy gets home. You eat dinner as a family and watch the game together, with your stomach full for the first time all day. You watch your baby smile and giggle as you play with him, and wonder how you ever were happy without him. Then you look at your husband, who is so in love with you, and so in love with his baby boy, and you realize you're the luckiest girl in the world.
Now mothers, have you ever had a day like this? I'm guessing the answer is, "when have I NOT had a day like this?"
