At the risk of painting an unflattering picture of my motherhood experience, please note that I love my children dearly and actually think four kids is going to be a cake walk once I actually get some sleep....that or I will just eat lots of cake, I'll let you know which one it turns out to be.
Today was CRAAAZY. Or the last few hours of it anyway.
I might be banned from Target. Or will have to go there in disguise or wait a week before I go back which might be a problem since I still need diapers,
Because we abruptly left a cart full of stuff in the middle of the aisle when I realized Baylie had peed on the floor and was trying to take off her pants.
I left the pee on the floor, grabbed her over my shoulder before she could finish getting naked....did not tell anyone about the pee and just left the cart. Poor Target employee who found that piddle puddle. Luke kept saying, "But what about your stuff (his halloween costume was among the would-be purchases)...but I was like, "Luke, we have to go NOW, we will come back." And ran as fast as I could with a two year old on my shoulder covered in pee and a new baby strapped to me in my wrap-y thingy. The whole time Baylie is crying loudly and saying she is cold and wet (well duh girl you got pee all over you and now all on me).
So while I'm hustling out there as I am realizing that I parked REALLY REALLY FAR AWAY and telling Darby to hurry. At least my kids are smart and know when they got to hurry or they are going to get left (except that Baylie girl, she could care less, thats why I always have to throw her over my shoulder). Like I parked at the opposite end of the line of stores away from Target because I had gotten some frozen yogurt with some friends, ran into a halloween store, then realized I needed diapers at Target, but didn't want to unwrap my cozy baby so that I could drive 200 ft.... Well that was one long walk to the car.
Not to mention that I found a twenty dollar bill along the way while I was yelling for Darby to hurry up and having Baylie on my shoulder and Paisley strapped to me, and I picked up cause I thought it might be mine but then put it down due to my highly overly sensitive honest self that is really annoying, but because I'm such a scatter brain that it probably was mine cause I probably have money falling out all over the place, but noooo, heaven forbid if it was someone else's I couldn't take it home........oh brother...
But it ended with us eating cold fast food (that I had gotten before I realized I needed to go to Target so it now was pretty gross) while I cried while we watched Nie Nie on Oprah with my kids and fast forwarded everyone else. I cried for Nie Nie and cried for me and my lost brain (that forgets about things like having to take kids to the bathroom until they are peeing on store floors) I don't know where it went and I hope I find it soon. But my body that works even though I might not like the shape of it at the moment or that my shoulders always smell like spit up, I'm one lucky girl. Paisley is sleeping a tad better with my fastest night time turn around ever last nite (from wake up, feeding and back to bed) at forty minutes... Can I get a high five? Plus little Paisley hasnt' been crying so so much in the car and when I picked up Luke from school today that is the first thing he said, "Paisley isn't screaming" which she must have heard and started to cry (but really I found out a few short blocks later when we were home it was because she had that pretty yellow poop all over her clothes and then my arm).
So better embrace for another half-brained zombie day tomorrow. Especially cause that Baylie girl peed AGAIN on the floor tonite...well actually on a stuffed animal duck. Regress anyone?
Hope your day is only full of your own poop and pee and not any of my childrens.