It was one of those days. You know that ones that start way too early and with a side of headache and you just know that it’s not going to be a good one.
I woke up with a sinus headache and a terrible cough. The cold that my tot had a couple of days ago made its way to me. Thursdays are my days at home with the kids and this particular Thursday Jon had a client trip, which meant that he was up and out the door around the time we woke up. While we have been waking Taylor up most mornings lately, this one day that I could sleep in 10-15 minutes she decided to wake up extra early. My headache was not grateful. I nursed her and heard the tot crying out that she was awake. It was barely 6am.
Our morning was hectic. The baby was having a hard time falling asleep for her first nap, the tot didn’t want to eat and I never got around to having a cup of coffee or breakfast. By 10am I knew that if we didn’t get out of the house someone was going to have a tantrum and it wouldn’t just be the tot. As I dragged the screaming toddler (somehow she decided after getting ready and putting her shoes on that she no longer wanted to go to the playground) and the crying baby to the car, I wondered if it was worth the trip. It was. Everyone settled down on the 5 minute drive to the local playground. Step 1: get everyone out the door in the morning. Check.
When we got there the baby had a messy diaper so I opted to quickly change her in the car while the tot played a game on my iPhone. No big deal. I had this.
I brought them both over to the playground and since Taylor needed to take a nap, I left her in the carseat while I lifted the tot into the swing. 5 minutes into Peanut’s swinging we heard what could only be a blowout diaper. Great. Peanut refused to get out of the swing so I let her sit in it while I brought the baby to the bench a couple of feet away. This blow out diaper was much worse than I expected and by the end of it all I had to not only throw Taylor’s outfit out (don’t worry, it was on its third or fourth hand-me-down cycle and had seen better days to begin with), but I, too, was no spared. I did my best to use the wipes to clean myself up, re-dressed the screaming baby, stuck her back in the car seat and went back to pushing Peanut in the swing. 5 minutes later we had to leave to get to a mommy group at my doctor’s office. Ok, so the playground was a bit of a fail. Moving on.
Mommy group was great and when we were leaving, of course, it started to downpour. By the time I strapped the tot and the baby back in the car, I was soaked (well, at least the poop stain was gone). Back at home we struggled through lunch and change of clothes for everyone before finally getting the tot down for a nap. The baby was having a rough day with some gas so any cleaning that I intended to do was out of question. There’s always tomorrow.
Our afternoon was a mix of attempting to get dinner together, post-nap tantrum (is my toddler the only one that has those? please say no), and gassy fussy baby. Needless to say, by 5pm I was spent. Add dinner, breastfeeding, my cough making it almost impossible to breath, and pumping and 8pm couldn’t come fast enough.
And then it all got turned around with just 4 little words.
We were trying to avoid all evasive tactics the tot could throw at us while getting her to bed and she somehow slipped through my husband’s fingers and ran back into the hallway, smashing her head into my legs. Hugging me, she looked up and said, “Addi have fun, mommy.”
Me too, kid. Me too.