My days come and go; although they are packed full, I often overlook something because of mere haste, sheer tiresome and well, anything else that goes into being a parent.
Wake up at 6 am, nurse Tanner, change diaper, change pajamas, turn on Baby Einstein, turn on swing, attempt to take a shower while T swings, blow dry hair, find decent work clothes, smell something funny, check T for dirty diaper, change blowout diaper, dismantle swing, wash swing, carry T at least 3 inches away from my body, lay towel down on changing table, change T, pry Cocoa the bunny out of T’s hands, wipe Cocoa the bunny off with wet wipes, attempt to breathe without barfing, find a new set of clean clothes for T, remove changing table pad, sanitize my hands and finally…retrace all steps from above with a Clorox wipe. Last but not least before I leave for work…find something new for me to wear because my previous outfit has poop on it. Once I accomplish that, I hurry and put T in the car to get him to daycare before it happens again. Now that he is at daycare, it is theirs to worry about.
Whew! I’m off to Starbucks before work!
P.S. - I know this happens at daycare too. How, you ask? Good question! Well, I've been told..."your son is the only child that we have that can get poop on his head while standing on his feet."
Here is a picture of Tman on his first day of daycare, September 14, 2011. Look how little he was!

Wow! You're a busy mom!
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ReplyDeleteTHanks, girls. I appreciate your comments!
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