Days like these, lead to nights like this, lead to….james blunt has no idea. Big E pooped her pants 3 times in the last 45 minutes. I swear it was willful. She pooed on the playground. Changed her. Walked her home. On the stoop as of group of 20 somethings walked by, she pulled down the back of her pants & said, “look. I pooped my pants”. I could see the effect of best birth control ever all over their face. You’re welcome. Showing me evidence on her fingers, as she wrapped her snakelike arms around my leg. I gave her a bath while L howled. Dried off, gave her a banana & started L’s nightly routine. Stopped this short as E walked in & said, “look at my tummy” “What is that?” “Poop” @$!# Cleaned up & came out to L’s screams where i had left her without a diaper. Poop. Now both are clean. One creature is gnawing on banana & peanut butter. The other, my boob. Tgif indeed.
So I’m overwhelmed with life. I post a lot about this on my facebook & instagram page. My friends said- you should blog it, we love it! I was a little surprised, because I’ve always had a crass sense of humor & was recording these as an outlet for myself. SO- I’m moving my facebook posts here and am going to stop trying to be what I’m not. Let’s get real, I don’t have time to melt crayons into hearts, or tell you about my latest steal. I also cannot keep up with lots of information. So while I navigate life, let me share a little with you.
Instead, I’ll share my fails & features of the day. A lot involve my oldest’s “I JUST CAN’T” moments in photo array.
Some involve the shit I have to clean up & the thoughts I have that sometimes I can’t believe I think….at the end of the day I’ve discovered through being a cra-cray Midwestern gal letting loose in the city & a mom just trying to make it work…don’t judge, you’re the next person who’s going to get shit on. For responsible wiping, try these…I wash them when it’s a pee so I can reuse.