You know you have probably let your laundry pike up too long when you have to wear your nighttime nursing bra out of your house.
I don’t know if that is just as bad or worse than letting my child wear sandals that are obviously too small because I am too lazy to put socks on him. Though, I use the excuse of it is still summer, who wants to wear socks.


Know what doesn’t go bad? Mini Twix left over from Halloween (I am hoping it was this Halloween).
In the desperately need chocolate portion of my period.

Before I got pregnant, if it was flipflop season, I had my toes done. Mind you, I have never had a pedicure, but I would generally keep my toenails painted. There were a couple of reasons for this. I hate wearing shoes in the summer, so my toes are always visible. And, I have weird toes, so I was trying to draw attention away by making them look pretty. My sister says I have a french fry toe, and honestly, it does look like a short crinkle cut fry. Needless to say, anything I can do to distract from it (aside from shoes), I do. Or did. Now, I just don’t have the time or energy to bother.
We just started going to a mommy and me type class though, and it requires us to take off our shoes. I am pretty averse to wearing socks, just like shoes (what can I say? I grew up in the South, it’s hot, and it feels better barefoot). I am feeling like I need to make a little more effort on the nail front.
Occasionally, I will get a wild hair and think I should do my fingernails. My husband got me a spa day for mother’s day last year. It included my first facial and manicure. The pampering was great, but literally before I left the nail area, I’d already ruined my manicure. This happens every time I try to do my fingernails.
Case in point, tonight I was feeling pretty good and thought I’d open my new mint colored polish. Did my left hand, no problem. Started the right hand and somehow the polish had turned a little sticky/gloppy. This is a brand new bottle. I waited patiently for my right hand to dry, but the gloppy polish didn’t dry right. It was still OK. Nothing ruined.
I started to adjust my pillows, and of course, ruined it. At least it’s only two fingers and not the whole hand. I figure it will maybe last the day tomorrow anyway, since there will be a day full of toddler wrangling, dishes and laundry.
Why even bother? Well, if I don’t, who will?

You know what kind of day you are in for when you are cleaning teething diarrhea off the floor by 8 AM. I wish that was the worst of it. Little man had his accident while I was in the bathroom tending to my own gi distress,  I found him sitting on the area rug my husband bought in Iraq on his first deployment. I guess it was extra itchy, because he was scratching at his legs and diaper with both hands. And of course, he put his poopy hands in his mouth. Ugh.
Poor, little man. He has at least 4 teeth cutting through, so I am not surprised about his mess.
Luckily, once the carpet had been cleaned off, things calmed down for a few minutes. Long enough for me to go to the bathroom again. This was just enough time for the little scamp to pull the drainage hose out of the back of the dishwasher and get water all over the floor. Now, we’re both slipping on the wet kitchen tiles. He’s splashing happily, while I am trying to shove the hose back in place.
I deemed it nap time after that. Sadly, he will only fall asleep on me, so I am trapped for the next 90 minutes. At some point during nap time,  he peed so much it leaked everywhere.
Lunch went fairly smoothly, so I decided it was time to return some library books. I found out I had forgotten to turn in one of the many kids books back in and had a fine.
We missed story time,  because of the early nap, but it was definitely a necessary sacrifice this week. I think the librarian would have agreed.  It’s a miracle most weeks to get through the 45 minutes with no meltdown.
I spent a few minutes finding books for us to read, while Mr. Curious roamed around the kids area, playing with whatever was within arm’s reach. After the third chase down,  I figured it was better to play at home.
Cut to 45 minutes ago when, I heard a giant crash of a bowl breaking on the kitchen floor.  How’d he get the bowl, you ask? Well, mama didn’t put the child lock back on the cabinet, because she didn’t clean up all the storage containers that got strewn around the kitchen in an earlier incident. 
I come up on my little guy crouching over the broken bowl pieces about to start picking it up. AHHHHH!!!! I scooped him up and stuck him in his high chair.  Is he still there, even though the floor is cleaned and cabinet back in order? Maybe. He seems happy watching Sesame Street (and mama needed a break). Oh, did I mention I cut myself?
It cannot be 5 soon enough.
Is every day like this? No. (Thank goodness.)
Does it mean I didn’t love hearing the super cute yum noises my little man made as he toddled in and out of the kitchen repeatedly for watermelon?
Yeah, I had a pretty bad day, but I wouldn’t trade any of it. There’s almost always a moment that makes all the crap worth it.
So, happy mother’s day to me (and all the other mommys). Hope your day is spill and poop accident free.

I keep coming back to this blog and thinking I should be writing. I stare and think, and think and stare. It’s not that I have nothing to say. I have too much to say. I’m more concerned about how to say it, how much to say and whether I really want anyone else to know it.

I’m still not sure.

Just because the snack cup is market as a “no mess” snack container doesn’t mean my little man won’t figure out how to make a mess. After cleaning up the same batch of puffs 4 times,  you think I would have learned my lesson, but there are still puffs in the container…

When a tea is described as “sweet”, you probably don’t need to add sugar. Two wasted cups of tea later, I get it.

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