I had just gotten cleaned up - at a leisurely pace, mind you, since Drew was home this morning - and walked downstairs to feed Corrinne. I picked her up out of the swing to find she had an explosion in her diaper that was on the verge of leakage. I promptly cleaned her little hiney and started feeding her.
As I started feeding her, Drew took Cash upstairs to lay him down for his nap. Then Drew took off for work, leaving me to sit and stare at the dust accumulating on our entertainment center...and desk...and dining room table...and pretty much everything else in our house since I haven't had the time to clean since my daughter was born. 5 weeks ago. Yikes. That got my mind going and I quickly realized it had been that long since anything in this house (besides dishes and some of our clothes) has been cleaned. Nasty! As I'm realizing this I could hear Cash talking and shaking his crib rails upstairs. It had been almost 35 minutes since we laid him down. My mind fast-forwarded to later this afternoon when I would unsuccessfully lay Cash down for a real nap if I didn't get him out of his crib soon, leaving me with a cranky 16 month old and a 5 week old to deal with until Drew gets home at 10:30pm. I could feel the stress level rising. (When you're sleep deprived, it doesn't take much.)
At this point my sister, Ashley, calls. She could tell something was wrong by the way I answered and I took her asking, "What's wrong?" as an open invitation to unleash all my stress on her - complete with tears. Thankfully she understands where I'm coming from. She just had her 2nd baby 2 weeks ago. During our conversation (if thats what you call one person listening and one talking through sobs) my mom beeps in. So I briefly fill her in on my overwhelmed state of mind and then get off the phone actually feeling somewhat better.
I go upstairs and get Cash out of the crib, get him dressed and we head downstairs while I tell myself to make the best of a long day and to take advantage of Corrinne sleeping in the swing and spend some one-on-one time with Cash.
It started out well. We read an alphabet book. Then he decided he wanted lunch - mandarin oranges, milk, and peanut butter crackers. Well he ate about 3 orange slices, half a cracker and decided he was done. Fine. About this time Corrinne woke up -- poopy, once again.
I changed her diaper and asked Cash to throw it away for me. He gladly walked it over to the trash can and threw it away. I started to put Corrinne's onesie on her -- a newborn onesie she's never worn before and my guess is she won't ever wear it again since I had a hard time getting it over her head!
Just about this time I look up and Cash is bringing me the cup of oranges I threw away at lunch. Except the cup I threw away was mostly full and the one he was carrying towards me only had 3 or 4 slices in it...which means....the rest of them were on my dining room floor. Awesome! I cleaned those up and ran back to the couch to finish putting Corrinne's onesie on her since she was squirming with it stuck over her eyes. Poor thing...
I got her dressed in time to look down and notice Cash has figured out how to make milk pour (not leak, POUR) out of the "spill-proof" sippy cup making milk puddles on our carpet. I quickly grabbed the cup, smacked his chubby little hand (for like the 15th time today) and gave him a wet wipe to clean it up with. He actually did clean it up and then proceeded to throw it away. He threw it away and decided he was ready to read again. So he picked up his book and started to rip a page out. I take the book out of his hand, picked him up and started to explain to him why we don't rip pages out of our books when he threw up all over my shoulder.
Lets just say there were more tears, lots more wet wipes, and a quick decision to get the heck outta my house long enough to re-gain some sanity. So we went to the Chick-fil-a drive thru. Because sweet tea always makes things better.
I'm sure someday I'll read this post and laugh...