Yesterday & today, I could do nothing right. It has begun. If my son could talk, he'd probably call me an idiot and say that I'm a mean mom. It has been "one of those weeks" and it's only Tuesday. Buckle UP Carrie!
Yesterday was Monday. A TRUE Monday. Zumba starts my week, and on Zumba days, we must wake up for 7 a.m. We have a pretty set schedule until we get to Zumba, then the rest of the day is open for upside down turns, crazy happenings, and oopsies. But before? We must stay on task. I woke at 7:00 a.m., couldn't wait to get to the coffee pot, made B's bottle, then my coffee, and trekked down the hall to get my li'l handsome man up. He HATES being woken up. Which I guess is good now that he's still only 8 months old, but I do fear for the teenage years. Cold buckets of ice in our future for sure. It took about 10 minutes to actually get him to wake up...changed his diaper, and brought him in the kitchen to take his bottle. While he's drinking, I'm unloading the dishwasher, taking the bottles out of the microwave sterilizer, trying to scarf down some toast / coffee, and let the dogs out. B is going pretty slow, and starts to grunt. Oh no....that means #2. Usually once he finishes his duty, he'll concentrate more on the bottle then finish, and we go change. Done deal. But he wouldn't finish the bottle. I thought "Let me go change your diaper, then maybe you'll be happier and you can finish without the crap stuck to your booty?" yep...good idea mom. Except when I got him to his changing pad, I saw MY shirt first, which was covered with crap. YEP. It was everywhere. I'm not quite sure WHERE all of this shit came from. He surely offered his diaper to the 90 Ib dog or something first. I've never seen so much crap in my life. Got him cleaned up, got myself cleaned up, and let him finish his bottle in the living room, while I 409'd the high chair. Let the chair air out while BK3 played with his toys, and I got dressed. Figured I could feed him his applesauce/oatmeal while his chair aired out and we could do this in the living room right? Bad idea. It was all going good until BK3 decided to flail his arms (it's his new trick) and sent the bowl of oatmeal RIGHT out of my hand and through the air. Applesauce and oatmeal scattered. On the floor. On me. On Him. Roxie was right next to me to witness it all. As if she and Brannan had ESP. She knew that he was bout to do that. She knew I'd let her clean it up. As I did. Roxie got to work....cleaned the floor, the walls, and BK3. I look at my watch and guess what, it's time to GO. BK3 has no clothes on. I'm dirty AGAIN. And I look at Roxie, who's left side of her face is caked with applesauce....I had 2 options, clean the dog up TOO and be even more late? Or come home in a few hours to a crusty goldendoodle and give her a bath....nope, option 1. I 'm already late.
Got her cleaned up, got myself cleaned up for the 2nd time, got B with clothes on. Grabbed everything I needed in one hand, while he was in the other, set the alarm, got in the car. buckled up. Gas light...reminder Carrie, you were supposed to leave early today to get Gas. Remember? Of course not conscience. I don't remember.
Got to Zumba, where 1 person showed up. I mean it's Martin Luther King day, Carrie, everyone's gonna take the holiday to be with their kids. We opted for a short abdominal workout and left early. Rode on fumes down to the Shell station, as BK3 conveniently napped in the back seat. Perfect time for the Automated credit card machine at the pump to not work right? Right. Please See Cashier. I'll please see that cashier....and bring a knife with me....just kidding. Hey, at least I made it to the gas station right? Went to ambrosia to order the cake I need for Sunday, and guess what, Ambrosia is closed on Mondays. Stupid Carrie. Get with the program. Can you see a trend to how the day's going?
Needless to say, I made it through the Monday. Of course. Nothing a glass of Pinot can't fix once the night's over with...which got me to Today. Tuesday. No Zumba, so we get to sleep in. GREAT! I love life! Until the li'l man decides that today he doesn't want to eat anything I'll give him. No choices made him happy. So after trying to feed him 3 different things for lunch, I said HEY YOU MUST NOT BE HUNGRY...and let him play in his toy corner in the living room. After all, he had reached into his mouth, pulled the Turkey with Veggie puree out and rubbed it all over his face, hair, and high chair. OH 409! Need you again! He played, in a diaper, happy as can be, while I got back to work cleaning the hell out of the chair, and his clothes, and myself. I hear a big bang, sounding like plastic getting thrown, then him crying. He had scooted himself over to his toy that you learn to walk with....tried pulling himself up, and instead pulled it over on top of him, which made him in turn fall over onto his plastic toys...sure that didn't feel good now did it B? As I'm punching myself for not moving that pull up toy, I'm consoling him which only took about 3 minutes. We then played together, on the pull up toy, which he loves and I apologized. Welcome to the world of "your baby is very mobile even though he's too lazy to crawl just yet". Pay attention Mom. Ok, I get it.
Looked at my clock and it was time to be OUT the door. Who cares if he hadn't had lunch? He obviously wasn't hungry. Threw clothes on him, and in the car we were. At least the house was clean. Got to dance, and for once, I was happy to be able to breathe...I guess we all need that escape! Even if it is to work...what was that thought of being a stay at home mom? Snap out of it Carrie. 3 hours was just enough to be excited to be back at home. Where I am now...with my 2 favorite boys. And even though I got super frustrated these past two days, I still laugh when I read all of this. It's common. Everyone goes through it. It's the right of passage for all first time mommies. We need breaking in, and those 8 month olds do such a good job of it. Hell, the 2 dogs do a good job of it...@ the Webb house, you got 2 adults, 2 dogs which are the size of adults, and an 8 month old. What do you get when you put that all together? ME. With a bottle of 409 and a dyson Animal Vacuum. My 2 best friends..for sure. Not to mention my husband JUST walks in and says "Hey babe....you almost done?" Me: Yep. Husband: "OK. Did you cook?" Me: (silent, but shooting eyes that say, DID YOU JUST ASK THAT?) Husband: (silent....with a smile).
I'm thankful. Every day I wake up and say "God, I pray that I can do this day as great as you need me to". Because I used to sit and think how I can simplify my daily work/life. But now I know, it's just all about how you master it. Get better at it. And be great. I know that I'm blessed, because even though I want that brand new house that will hopefully be built before the end of 2012, I know it's all about the great memories we're making in this little 1000 sq foot house. So many people are without. I've got an awesome husband and baby boy that is my life. And I cannot complain. I'll just stock up on 409.....
