It seems as though life is full of little mishaps. I try to stay positive and find the humor in all of these little faux pas. I thought I'd list just a few of my miniature disasters and minor catastrophes for all of you so that you too can delight in my crazy moments. Enjoy!
1. On my 7 year anniversary, I was trying to get dinner together while Jordan was feeding Greyson. Jordan asks me to grab a bib. I grab a bib, walk over, and proceed to try to wrap this tiny little piece of cloth around my husbands neck.
2. Back before Harper was potty trained, I felt like I was changing all day. On more then one occasion I would keep changing the same child's diaper, and forgetting about the other. I would get Greyson up from a nap and he would be completely soaked. Or Harper would run downstairs after playing in his room for a while, and his diaper would be hanging around his knees. Oops.
3. At the zoo Harper decided he wanted to get out of the stroller. I, of course, was distracted and talking to my friend. He fell out and as I am about to run over his leg with the stroller an older women screams (as if I was about to run him over with a car) telling me to stop. I mean really, a 30 lb stroller is not going to dismember him....but I kindly thanked the women for the warning :).
4. On more then one occasion an intamate moment with my husband has ended with me being covered in one of my children's vomit.
5. At one point my room had a patriotic theme due to poop, vomit, and urine. In the middle of the night Harper threw up, causing a late night sheet change, by morning Greyson's diaper had leaked causing a second, early morning, sheet change. As the sun came up, and I looked at my bed I realized that my pillow cases where still white, our bottom sheet was blue, and our flat sheet was red. God bless America!!
6. Baby food sneezes (the baby, not me). You get the picture.
7. I was waiting in a public restroom with Harper. That week he was trying really hard to figure out the differences between boys and girls (not "parts", but just in general). Anyway, we were waiting there behind a somewhat pimply, flat chested (late bloomer?), kind of tom-boyish, adolescent girl. Harper exclaims with pride "Mommy, it's a boy!" UGH! "No Harper, that is a girl." I tried my best to explain to this 13ish year old girl that my son has trouble figuring out who is a girl and who is a boy, partially due to the fact that he lives in a house full of boys. I hope he didn't cause permanent damage.
8. The irony of naps. It seems that almost everyday, when one finally falls asleep for their nap, the other wakes up.
9. Four words: Harper, diarrhea, underwear, Southern Sun. Enough said. Daddy took care of that one :).
There are so many little things in life when piled into a single day seems overwhelming and stressful, but when you look at them individually they are usually quite humorous. I read a book recently about motherhood and the stresses we put on ourselves and other moms. I think it's so important to just relax, have fun, and remember to find the humor in life. Here are a few thoughts from the book...
"...I think it's worth trying to be a mother who delights in who her children are, in their knock-knock jokes and earnest questions. A mother who spends less time obsessing about what will happen, or what has happened, and more time reveling in what is. A mother who doesn't fret over failings and slights, who realizes that her worries and anxieties are just thoughts, the continuous chattering and judgement of a too busy mind. A mother who does her best, and for whom that is good enough, even if, in the end, her best turns out to be, not bad." - Ayelet Waldman, "Bad Mother"
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