Well. I had my first encounter alone with the girls while Danny took a conference call on the first floor this morning.
Right before my husband left the room, he gave me the last new born diaper to place in our changing caddy that we keep on top of our hamper (pretty much for middle of the night changes so we don’t wake up our oldest in her own bedroom). I didn’t think much of it because even though that was the last new born diaper, we actually have more size one diapers in their closet.
As I was finishing changing our little one’s diaper on the bed, she decided to pee a TON. In that moment, my initiative was to try and not get it on the mattress itself. However, due to the faucet that came out of her, the onesie, her new diaper, burp cloth and diaper pad is covered in pee. AND I have no diaper.
I had to leave her on the bed and run to their bedroom to grab diapers only to see the diapers were still in their box, unopened. At that point my oldest wakes up and immediately tells me she has to go potty. As I carry the box with me back to the room, I inform her to meet me in her bathroom.
But first, the diaper.
I take the onesie off my little one and everything else around her, thinking she’s done but NOOOO, much to my chagrin, as I picked her up, she pooped all over me: my white nursing tank, pajama shorts, along with the mattress and pillow.
I grabbed the wipes only to find out I only had 3 sheets left in the package. (I swear I couldn’t make this up if I tried) I cleaned her as best as I could, finished her diaper, then ran back to their closet to grab another onesie.
Only to find the stupid sliding door was broken and off the hinge somehow, therefore, getting to her dresser to grab some clothes was not possible.
“Mama! I did foo foo!” Code for poop. I forgot my oldest went to the bathroom and needed me to clean her.
For this brief moment in time, my patience snapped and I screamed. Perhaps, to someone else I may have looked like the hulk because I pretty much took the door off the slider to get her onesie.
“Mama?” I look over, and my oldest was staring at me while holding her pull up in her hand. I sighed, cleaned her quickly and then we walked over to her sister.
Once my little one was changed, I desperately realized I’m in need of a shower. I quickly throw the sheets and clothes in the washer only to hear my little one crying in her rock and play. I refused to be the mom that can’t shower! That’s kinda gross by the way.
So, what did we do? Well, the three of us ended up in the bathroom while I showered, singing Old McDonald had a farm because SOMEHOW that calmed her down.
All before 9am this morning. Are you as exhausted as I was? I mean just reading this makes me tired.
“Mama! Old McDonald has a vaca!! Mooooo”
I swear the lack of sleep and the combination of disasters left me so delirious…I ended up laughing hysterically in the shower.