Nights at our house right now are long... really long. Lydia, 7 months, is teething and generally despises sleep. She screams off and on from about 11-6, and then settles in for a good solid hour and a half snooze. Josh and I are deliriously sleepy.
This morning, Lydia decided to skip her early morning sleepy time and woke the family up extra early. Still too tired to fully open my eyes, I set Annika up with Curious George 2 and did my best to snuggle Lydia while she ripped my hair out. Unpleasant as slobbery little fingers plucking hair from my tender scalp may be, keeping my eyes closed for another fifteen minutes made it worth while.
Being a Wednesday morning, it was breakfast, showers, and off to swimming lessons. I'm realizing that trying to get the girls ready and out the door in a reasonable amount of time is like those dreams, you know the ones, where you're trying to run from something but you are completely paralyzed. The last thing I have time for, or even care about, is making myself presentable. I usually end up wearing yoga pants and a hoodie.
Up earlier than usual today, I took the time to wear real person clothes. During breakfast, Lydia spit mashed banana all over me, so it was back to stretchy pants. You know what's even worse that wearing stretchy pants out in public? Peed on stretchy pants. I know. I wore them today.
After bathing Lydia, I was in her room picking out clothes for her to wear. Standing there with my clean baby still wrapped in her towel, looking through her armoire, she let out a steady stream of baby pee, all over my shirt & pants, and left a puddle of what I'm certain was two and a half quarts of water on her floor. Dropping her towel to soak up the lake, I set her in the tub again making sure she was once again bathed and sweet smelling.
Forgetting that I was wet, I finished dressing the girls, and out the door we went. Arriving at the pool, it hit me; I was soaked in baby urine. To complete my outfit, I had forgotten to put on my intended shoes. Wading through puddles on the way into the pool, my halfway painted toes were freezing, sliding around in flip flops. Lucky for me though, Josh left his track gear in the car, so I had a large men's raincoat to shield me from an Oregon Coast downpour.
Sitting, watching Annika swim & nursing Lydia, wearing my ridiculous outfit, I found it perplexing that I wasn't embarrassed - Weird. The kids were cute, clean, teeth brushed, and smiling. I guess this is my new priority...
Good night all, I wish you blissful slumber.
Deanna
P.S.
Oh, and Lydia had a well baby check today which included 3 shots. She was a champ. To avoid the trauma of watching her little sister being tortured, Annika went to track practice with Daddy & loved every rainy minute.
