I didn't think it was funny when I had to get up way too early for a soccer game today
I didn't think it was funny when after spending the entire morning at soccer (which I very much enjoy, just not so early) I had to come home just long enough to change a diaper and head to an out of town Daisy Meeting
I didn't think it was funny that I had to take the baby because she does not take a bottle and she was feeling a little cranky
I really didn't think it was funny when she fussed during the training meeting
I really really didn't think it was funny when in an effort to soothe her I held her against my shoulder and she puked projectile vomit, in my hair, and on the wall
I didn't think it was funny when I began to leak breast milk, which I never ever do, and my shirt became damp in two perfect circles while still at the aforementioned meeting
I didn't laugh one little bit when at the same meeting the baby had a blowout that ended up mostly on my jeans
But when I got home and took a gander at myself in the mirror, only then did I laugh.
2 comments:
OH MY GOSH! Woman that is a day to end all days and you so deserve a medal. I'm glad to read you could laugh about it and pray tomorrow is a better, cleaner and fuss-free day! *HUGS*
I'm impressed you can do all that and still laugh at the end of the day. I think I'd be in tears. Big hugs!
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