So I have a little boy who has a new habit of playing with his diaper....as in he basically can pull it off during the night and wake up with a useless diaper. So we started putting him in onesies while he slept forgoing the super cute pj sets, because, really, nothing soaked in pee is cute. We moved up one size in diapers to account for what seemed to be wetter diapers and figured we were on the road to dry mornings. Last night D went to sleep in a onesie, with cute pj shirt and shorts over it. Double protection! Yeah...NO! At 545am, my usually sleeps till I wake him up baby started crying....not like a whine which usually is shortlived and he falls back asleep, but full on cry. So of course I dragged my overtired pregnant self to his room to make sure all was well. It wasn't....soggy baby, diaper half off. Who are you kid, houdini?? So I change the baby wipe him down to smell baby fresh and prepare to put him back down because...ya know....its 6am and I still have to get ready for work. He usually sleeps while I'm getting ready. It's a pretty sweet deal for all involved. Well before I lay him back down I check his bed....sheet cover, sheet, mattress all drenched. Awesome. I lay groggy baby on floor and he watches as preggo mom changes the pee sheet in the dark. I tell Dylan its too early for him so back to bed he goes. Surprisingly he is agreeable and quiet. I go lay back down for 15 minutes because....its 6am and I'm pregnant. Yes I'm whining....then and now. I finally decide to get ready for work, quiet dry baby taken care of, when he starts whining off and on seriously the minute I get up. Mind you we are in different rooms....does he know I'm up? What's with this kid? I hurry to get ready etc and when I do go to get Dylan ready for daycare....of course....he's fallen asleep again. I wake obviously tired baby and dress him for the day, he cracks a smile because he's just that cool until the shoe he is playing with as I snap some buttons on his romper drops on his face and he's not happy about it. Kid....its that kind of morning, I feel your pain. Onward, we give the dogs their "cookies" (dog bones), D gets his sippy with carnation instant breakfast....cause sidestory he's a lean machine and needs extra calories per the pediatrician...and off to start our respective days we go. Tired but ok. We get to daycare where as I get Dylan out of the car he turns said sippy upside down and all over my shirt it goes. I go inside when I drop him off to try and redeem myself and bid farewell to my son for the day with a soaked shirt and a prompt "I'm in a very bad mood" call to Jake. This is of course useless but its what I did.
At this point its about 830am and the rest of the day was fairly uneventful...but as it went on I found humor in my morning and also that astonishing "I'm a mom" moment that in some weird way I was proud to have. This is not always easy, but gosh darn it, I'm doing it, and I think I'm doing it pretty well. I never lost my cool, my D was still happy and life just goes on, but I found humor and pride in being a mom today. I'll leverage slightly into sappy mode because my day ended at Chick-fil-a where D actually ate, full on ankle pjs for D were bought at Target, dogs chased bubbles in the backyard, dancing was done inside, and according to Jake, I performed perhaps the most comical rendition of "old macdonald" during Dylan's bath. Like every night I sang to Dylan before putting him down for bed to his gracious smile... and here I live to tell the tale.
Ah Motherhood....ain't it grand? :)
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