It has been a rough
week. Actually, every week is a rough
week when you have a kid. No one tells
you this before you have kids. But, I’ll
save that blog for a another day. It’s
been a rough week. On Monday, I was
already to leave for work, when I realized a little girl had wiped her milk
mouth all over me and the evidence was on my blouse. I had to make a last minute outfit
change.
On Tuesday, baby girl had a
huge poop. It is always fun trying to
change a diaper on a baby who refuses to stay still. There is just no reasoning with an 8 month
old. Somewhere between the carrying her
to the changing table and the squirming and wiggling I got poop on my
blouse. Again I had to make a last
minute outfit change.
Today, I was determined not
to get anything on me. As the babysitter
was saying goodbye, the baby started to cry.
It was her first don’t-leave-me-mommy tears, and I got them all over
me. Those tears pierced through my
sweater and dress straight to my heart.
I was able to quickly calm her down, leave her in good-capable arms, and
get on my way to work.
By the time I climbed onto
the train I had concluded one major thing.
I’ll take the poop over the tears any day!