…mean NOTHING to someone who wears diapers, is potty training, or uses the word “Mommy” no less than 52 times a day.
I had a SUPER plan for my day…a plan to get everything finished and ready for company. AND have a super-fun playdate at the park.
Again, I ask you, are you LAUGHING yet???
I’m big on to-do lists…it just helps me to SEE what needs to be done. And I feel pretty special when I get to check something off the list…even if it’s just “go to the bathroom”. (That’s not really on my list, but sometimes, I think it should be.)
Here’s how this morning’s plan went ON PAPER:
Shower and dressed
Kids fed, dressed, teeth brushed (This task? This one right here? THAT is the one that major awards should be given out for to those who accomplish it. It takes LITERALLY all morning and I feel like most days, that’s all I do between the hours of 8 and 10 a.m.)
Dishes unloaded, dirty loaded
Laundry started
Two loads folded and put away
Pack bags for park
Kenni-complete one school journal page
And now for THE REALITY…
6:00 a.m. One cranky 5 year old appears in my doorway. “I can’t sleep. I want to snuggle”. I’m too tired to deal with it, and it’s too close to my alarm going off anyway that I let her crawl on in.
7:00 a.m. Alarm. Realize we’re out of milk and my only chance to get some without lugging three kids into the supermarket for ONE item (an epic event all on its own), is to go now while Stephen’s here.
Throw on a pair of jeans. Jack starts crying. Panic.
“HOW AM I GOING TO GET MILK? WE’RE ALL OUT OF MILK! IF THEY DON’T HAVE MILK TO DRINK THEIR BONES WILL FALL APART AND THEIR BRAINS WILL DISINTEGRATE TO-DAY!!”
Stephen says, “I’ll go get milk.” (Was I secretly hoping he’d say that? Shhh. I’ll never tell.)
Bring Jack downstairs. His diaper has leaked. And the contents are all in liquid form. And they should not all BE in liquid form. You get my drift, here? UGH. After he has been changed and wrangled into a new outfit, I plop him down in his chair for breakfast.
Realize that since I didn’t make my grocery store run yesterday, we have NOTHING to eat. Literally. No toast. No cereal. No bananas. No yogurt.
I do have eggs.
Scramble eggs. He eats them.
Somewhere in all this busyness, Caia comes downstairs. “Hi MAMA! I’m awake!”
So I see, sweet thang.
All seems to be going well. I have clothes picked out, and hey, Jack’s already dressed.
Ah yes. This is going well. Yay me.
Then I hear horrible sounds coming from Jack. Sounds from his diaper that are once again…liquid. He seems totally unphased by the extreme nastiness that now envelopes him. Ugh. I smell him from across the house.
I have to grab a blanket to lay him down on, and then I stared at him for literally 30 seconds as he lay there grinning at me. I had no idea whether to go from the top or the bottom.
He ended up with an un-planned bath.
That was not on my schedule.
After that was cleared up (and it is SOOO involved to give any child a bath…let alone one who has just pooped an entire week’s worth of food all over himself. I swear.), I hear a distressed call from the kitchen.
I have to go potty!!! I have to go potty!!!
Caia has been potty training for awhile now, but she has officially “crossed the finish line” in my book. (Her daddy is still not sure enough of her progress to take her out anywhere without a diaper on, though…)
So, as the urgency is being loudly declared to everyone in the neighborhood, I rush her to the bathroom.
She’s having poop issues today too. Only hers are the opposite if Jack’s. (Both of my girls do this occasionally. They clearly need more fiber.)
We spent 15 minutes in the bathroom. Waiting.
Bless her little heart.
Finally—success!!!
The entire time we’re sitting there, Jack wanders in and out, eats some toilet paper, opens some cabinets, whines a little that it’s nap time, and leaves. Repeat, repeat, repeat for the next 12.5 minutes.
Also while we’re sitting there, I’m thinking back to my to-do list on the counter. Yep. None of that was getting done before playdate today.
A reminder, once again, to be prepared and to make room for life’s little interruptions.
Today…it was a whole lotta poop.
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