Yesterday I was with the boys. For the first few hours I had thoughts of this being the best day I'd had with them. The opposite came to pass. You know you're a Mormon when say came to pass ain't no thing. Ain't no thing...yikes.
Nasty warts fell off. Baby played in toddler's pee as it came out. Gross mess. Resist letting him put his hands in your mouth, please. Advice from me to me. A diaper rash that made me sad sad sad. Tantrums that were not calmed. And last but not least I got bit. Hard. Hard hard hard. Long 9 hours, my friends.
Being with baby girl is a pleasure. She's easy....in a sense. Her sleeping habits are more particular than my own. She must be stimulated at every moment or you won't hear the end of it. But she's so so so fun, cute, silly.
It was bearable weather so I decided we should go outside. Plus you run out of options on days she gets bored quick. Outside, let's go outside. Sure I'll freeze my knickers off, but it'll be FUN! Knickers...am I even wearing knickers? What constitutes knickers? 10 hours with a 5 month old results in my conversations getting strange.
I unlocked the deadbolt to the backyard. Because when knobs have full movement it means they're unlocked right? It's not just me? I hope. Baby didnt like the sun in her eyes so I decided front yard would be best. Except that the door was locked, and I already knew every other door was unlocked. I knew what I had to do but I was reluctant. I turned to pacing the yard multiple times and inspecting the door, hoping it'll just magically unlock. My worthless attempts failed me and I knew it was time to lay baby in the grass. Then I rushed to the doggy door. Yeah, you heard me. It looked so small. But I am small I said. And Lucy is way fatter. (Dog)
Yes, I easily made it through the doggy door. Thus is my life. Come again.
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