Writing Workshop

Today over at Mama Kat's, one of the prompts is: "Tell us about a day you were sure you wouldn't get through."

I keep thinking back to one summer day in 2008.  I had newborn twins, and a just-turned two year old. I was getting roughly 5 hours of sleep a day - however, it wasn't a consistent 5 hours, rather it was dispersed throughout a 24 hour period. Colin had spent 14 days in the NICU, to come home and be colicky.  I was nursing and bottle-feeding and trying to pump. And changing diapers for 3 kids for what felt like 80 times a day.  My abdominal muscles separated during pregnancy, so it hurt to walk up and down the stairs.  And we live in a tri-level, so there was a lot of running up and down the stairs during the day/night.  My husband was at work from 6:30 a.m. to roughly 4 p.m., unless it was one of those days were he worked late.  Which happened a lot that summer.  Jobs would run over and he might not get home until 8 pm that night. 

On one of those looooonnnnnnnggggg days, I remember that Keira was in the bouncer, and her diaper leaked.  And it was a messy, yucky kind of leak.  Connor, my two year old, was bouncing off the walls, creating mischief where he could.  I put him in the highchair and gave him some oatmeal to eat.  Colin was crying of course, because that's what he did for the first nine months. So I got Keira out, and was trying to change her diaper, and it was everywhere - the bouncer, her clothes, her back - YUCK. At the same time, I realize that Colin is actually crying because his diaper leaked too.  Again with a messy, yucky kind of leak.  All over the glider he was in.  I was running out of clean places to put the babies.  At the exact moment that I realized Colin's situation, the cat threw up, and Connor dumped his oatmeal on his head and threw his bowl to the floor.

It's a wonder my mind didn't explode at that time.

I finally got Keira cleaned up.  I took Colin upstairs to get him a dry outfit.  He was laying on the floor, and in the 5 seconds it took for me to grab a clean diaper, he peed on me. And the new carpet.

It was only 9:17 a.m.

And then I laughed. Because, quite frankly, I figured if I started crying, I would never stop. Plus it was pretty comedic, if you weren't the one living it.

Mama's Losin' It
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