Two nights ago I took off my bra and half a french fry fell out. Par for the course with my monstrous baby-induced rack. It hoards things. But I'm not alone, right? Every mom has a collection of day-to-day moments that humble her. If you show me yours, I'll show you mine. I'll even go first...
I wash my hair so infrequently right now that it actually started to dread. I had to cut a piece out.
Gabe went in to give Aidan an open mouth baby kiss and our son picked that exact moment to spit up. (Fatherhood is humbling too.)
Along those lines, Gabe once caught Jude poop with his hand during a middle of the night changing when he didn't have a fresh diaper at the ready.
Continuing on the poop train, I looked down yesterday and discovered fresh poop on my finger. I still have no idea where it came from though I am quite certain it didn't come from me. (Honestly, I don't know if that would be better or worse.)
Finally, and I'll leave you with this one, I went to rinse out a diaper this morning, pointed the sprayer the wrong direction, and full on bidet-ed myself in the face.
It is 4 minutes until noon. By the time you read this, I'll be drinking. Cheers.
1 comment:
SERIOUSLY! I have spent the entire morning thinking how humbling parenthood can be. The dual pooping machines working in tandem to create havoc for mommy: tossing their breakfast all over the floor rather than eating it, holding sippy water cup over the piano to make sure it isn't thirsty, emptying the vacuum cleaner contents on the floor (such helpers!), putting dead fly in mouth (definitely better than breakfast), falling into mud puddle at barn, taking a bite out of every garden veggie we harvested this morning... and it's only 2:00! Life is good.
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