Ok, I am feeling totally crappy today because I had a tetanus booster yesterday and I am having most of the side-effects. So, my wonderful Stubborn Nefew’s Mother took Bubba home with her and another awesome friend has my other three kiddos so I can rest. After I took a nap, I checked my email and had this hilarious letter from my friend the Rookie Mom, written to her husband. With her permission, here is the letter. Enjoy!
Let me give you a brief description of my day so far.
Woke to a crying baby with dried, crusted snot all over his nose and face making small mounds of booger mountains that
he screamed when I had to scrape and pry them off his face. Made breakfast for us both, 4 eggs which he ate all of. Went to start cleaning kitchen (with sinus headache and snot cold) when I smell something ferocious coming from the Gavin’s Diaper area.
I take him into his room to change his diaper when I pull off his pants (thank GOD I put him in pants) there is poop….
Poop all over the OUTSIDE of his cloth diaper poop down his legs poop on his feet. poop. So I just decide “it’s shower time”
which I desperately need but barley have the energy for myself let alone with a 1 and a 1/2 year old. I start the shower and run his GROSS diaper to the garage to deal with later. When I come back I see his finger getting little “tasty” from the goodies that are all over his junk.
EWW. So I get him rinsed. The whole shower all he wants to do is just be held while laying his head on my shoulder under the shower water. Which is sweet, but my back was killing me and at some point I was trying to wash my hair. So…shower done. As I am getting his clothes he runs naked to his fort set climbs up…tries to slide down…why is he sticking to the slide? I ask myself.
Oh he is stick to the slide because he pooped on the fort platform and the poop is cause him not to slide quite as smoothly as normal. OH…great.
so..fresh out of the shower I RE clean his booty, diaper, comfy nap clothes. Run to the kitchen for the wipes, clean poop off of fort.
take a big sigh…turn on the music off the lights…go to put him in his crib when my toe goes*squish* on his diarrhea pants.So…still to do today, it is only 11:05 I have yet to
eat breakfast
get dressed
Clean one cloth infested inside and out diarrhea diaper.
Wash diarrhea pants.
Buy tissues for us both (runny noses)
Clean entire kitchen from dinner and breakfast
get dressed
do my hair and makeup
and go back to bed for an hour to regain my sanity before my parents arrive at 1:00So I am taking bets….what do you think won’t get done?
I love you and even through all of this mess I am glad I am the one cleaning up his
crusty nose and poopy legs and butt.Thanks for working so that I can do all this “crap”
I love you dearly!
Ok, moms can I get an Amen? We’ve all been there!!!!
Who you callin’ Rookie????
:)
I knew I was going to hear about it for that! ;) Love ya girl!
“Rookie”–that’s a day you don’t want to remember! I think it’s great that you are able to be grateful to your husband in the midst of all of it. I usually preface those stories to my husband by saying, “You could never handle my life and here’s why:” :) So glad that day’s over and hope you don’t have another one like it for a long while!