Sunday, June 10, 2012

It all happened on a Tuesday.

Remember a while back when I had my mommy moment that made me officially FEEL like a mommy? Well, it happened again. It was a beautiful Tuesday morning...

William wakes up earlier than I like, but he is just so darn cute I let it pass. He takes his nap earlier in the day so we typically stay in jam jams and hang out. Well, this Tuesday was no ordinary Tuesday. It was the worst Tuesday of my Tuesday's.

Liam is such the climber these days. On the couch, bed, chairs, his slide. While I was lying on the couch trying to wake up, Liam was running rampant on God knows what energy he sapped from anyone within a 2.67 mile radius. This kid never stops. I am always the one who changes the diapers because William saves them specifically for me. Once I smell it, the hair stands on the back of my neck. This Tuesday was no different. I smelt the smell and immediately looked at the monster playing on the floor. I procrastinated for a few minutes to enjoy the non screaming, sweet little monster in front of me. I would come to regret this time of peace and all five minutes of it.

I finally muster the courage to change the cesspool that is my son's diaper. I can remember it in slow motion. I start to sit up, and there it is. A pile of shit on my ever loving couch. Smears of poop on my couch, wall, floor, and child. Everywhere. I immediately start giggling because I don't know how to handle my emotions properly in these types of situations. I grab the first disinfecting type cleaner I can find. A sane person might test this substance on their microsuade couch, but I did not. Thankfully, I had the upholstery gods shining a little love on me so all was well.

So I take the Clorox wipes to the poo and try to not spread it and while using the rest of the wipes William grabs the container. I did not know. I hear him cough/gag and I turn to find him a little blanched (kidding, har har)... I found him with liquid down his face and a look of confusion in his little doe eyes. I grab his fat cheeks in a hurry and smell his chubby face and immediately know he did what I prayed would never happen. He drank the Clorox cocktail. I frantically call poison control and tell them what this tornado child did. Thankfully, this was not a crisis and he just needed to drink fluids.

I get him off to bed and start cleaning the toilet... I mean couch. It takes me pretty much all of nap time. I manage to not have a complete melt down and when Marty comes home it doesn't smell like crap or even look like it happened. I wonder if I hadn't sent photos as evidence if he would have believed me.

I get a load of laundry going and start looking for my phone. And look. And look. And call. And start to realize what I have done. I washed my phone. In with the laundry. The one that I just started using since Marty got a new one. It was in there, I spent 5 minutes looking and 1 feeling around soapy water.

Needless to say, freaking ridiculous Tuesday.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012


I find it sad and ridiculous that I have not posted a blog in MONTHS! To be said, I have been insanely busy. I started and finished my first semester of school... with a 4.0! I don't think I have been able to say that since I was in elementary school. I never tried hard, but I know how important it is now. The school I go to has a certain (small) amount of spots open for the following school and I have to keep my game in check till the end! School with William had its ups and downs. To start... he is still not sleeping through the night. I know that if I don't fix this soon, it will go on for years. It's getting to the point in his life that he will be more adamant than me when getting what he wants. I need to get him to sleep till morning, otherwise I'm going to be a very tired mama for the next few years. I finally have a routine down for school itself and I'm very sure I can finish at the top of my class. I'm determined.

William will be one in less than a month. I thought I would have reported more via blog than I have in the past year. It makes me happy to see how big he is getting and the little boy he is becoming, but I have to remind myself that he is a baby still. He's not even a toddler no matter how smart he is. He lights my day and I feel whole with him following me around and wanting/needing me. He is very close to trying to walk. He lets go for a few seconds now, no wobbling for this tank. He's funny, sweet, active, crawls on everything and everyone. He is just a joy to be around and I want to share him with everyone I meet. He is out of 12 month outfits and he isn't even 12 months! William is over 27 pounds and growing strong. It's so much fun to see how tall and heavy he is from appointment to appointment.

Balancing being a wife, mom, student, friend, daughter, sister, alien, and everything else that comes with my life is much harder than I thought it would be. It is smooth from the outside, but it is so tough to do it. I love it, I wouldn't change it, but I can't imagine putting one more thing on my plate. I feel badly that Marty and I don't have many friends, but it is so impossible to find time to cook a healthy meal let alone meet people. We have each other and that's awesome for now, but in the future we will need to be able to go out and shop or fish or gallivant in the fields with our BF F's. Everything comes in time, and we're relatively patient people.

Speaking of patient: Poor Martin. He has been in and out of the hospital for the past month due to an elbow infection. How weird is that? He is okay, but may need more intervention later. He ended up with symptoms of sepsis at one point and I practically had to shove him out the door to go to the hospital. What would men do without us? Seriously? Other than that, it's been under control with mass amounts of antibiotics and pain medicine. Thankfully, he is feeling much better and time will be the teller. It will be nice when I become an official RN so I can better see what is going on. I knew this wasn't something to mess with, but it sure did worry me seeing him get so sick.

Marty's parents got William a trailer for Marty's bike. Will gets strapped in and is pulled by the bike. I thought it was the most absolute awesome thing. He gets to be outdoors without being tired from having to move around. Marty surprised me with a bike for myself so that we can all go riding. It feels so nice to be that family that goes out like that and does the things that makes us healthy and closer. I absolutely love it.

I know how blessed we are and I couldn't ask for anything more than just to stay on the same path we are on. However, I do have a few New Year resolutions. Including but not limited to: losing weight, toning up, and feeling comfortable in my new body. It's hard to remember I helped create and solely carried a human life and that's more beautiful than anything I will ever do. I also want to have a 4.0 in all three semesters of school. I have a few others, but I don't want to set my goals too high. Oh, and blogging more is certainly on my list.

I hope everyone is doing well and happy and I will write soon! And hopefully something funny.