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.