Some days, you're rolling along and everything's clicking and you're thinking, maybe we will have another baby (not immediately or anything, but eventually) and you're feeling deeply in love with your children and congratulating yourself on being such a "together" mom . . . . .
and then
your infant poops in the tub while your toddler busts into the bathroom and starts to poop on the toilet and you scoop the wet infant, screaming, out of the tub and tear through the house to find the Clorox disinfecting wipes and try to drain the tub while your toddler asks a continual stream of annoying questions about the poop in the tub and says "Mommy, wipe me" just as you're trying to re-fill the tub and clean the poop off your squirmy infant and put her back in the water.
And then you think, we'll see about that other baby.
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Yes, I can relate!!!
I actually muttered the phrase "birth control!!", complete with a sarcastic tone, to a passerby at the library yesterday..as Benjamin attempted to set off the doorway alarm and Jonathan took off toddling for the bathroom.
And then I went to visit a friend and her brand new baby at the hospital a few nights ago...
The killer is that each moment exists separate from the other and it never seems possible to blend the two sensibilities...
So frustrating, right???
Sorry bout the tub episode...we've had similar ones. SUCH a chaotic mess!
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