It's 5:30, your husband calls to say he's coming home (finally) and you have to tell him that you're still wandering around the house in a bathrobe because you haven't had 2 free hands to pull on a pair of pants yet.
Your lunch was a pop tart that caught on fire.
Your baby stopped "spitting up" and started puking - heaving and trying to catch his breath in between each ounce of milk that comes up.
Your baby has been wearing the same (adorable) footie pajamas for more than 36 hours.
You are currently counting down the number of Everybody Loves Raymond reruns on TBS you have to watch before dad comes home and takes over.
You have no idea what happened in any of those episodes because you couldn't hear over the screams of your very upset pajama-clad baby.
Oh man, I remember having lots of days just like this. Hang in there!
ReplyDelete*sigh* Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose (which is maybe the most important thing I learned from Sue Dieu in Young Women's). Here's hoping today is a win day!
ReplyDeleteI have been gone from blogging too long....I'm SO sorry you had such a rough day, I wish I could tell you it would be your last. But look at the bright side, at least both you and baby had SOME form of clothing on! That is a HUGE accomplishment some days!
ReplyDelete(((HUGS))) from one Momma to another!