A short story to keep you entertained this week.
I had my 6 wk postpartum checkup a couple weeks back and had to take all 3 kids to the appointment where Steve was to meet me and pick up the older two. I packed snacks and
then had to wake Allan and Charlie from their naps (which I generally
make it a point never to do) and load everyone in the car. All this
takes a half-an-hour and I was worried I was going to be late. The
whole 45 minute car ride has at least one of them is crying at a time.
I finally arrive and call Steve to see where he is and he is
having trouble getting out of work, which is 10 minutes away. So I
decide I don't want to be late for the appointment so I will take everyone
inside and check-in and he can come inside and get them.
While we are
getting out of the car Lorelei dumps her whole snack on the floor. She
starts crying and I brush it out of the van floor out onto the ground.
I get Allan out and he comes around the side of the car and sees
Lorelei's snack on the ground and starts crying really hard too. As I
get Charlie out I am chanting at them, "Stay on the sidewalk, don't
move there are cars." Then I smell that Charlie pooped. So we head into
the Doctor's office with the older two crying. We got to one side of
the room and they spot the toys and I am saying to them, "Don't touch
any of the toys, we want to stay healthy." Allan of course has no
self-control and is touching everything. Then I pick up a crying Charlie out of
his car seat
and realize he pooped through all his clothes all up his back. So I
took them all to the side of the waiting room where there is a partition
and proceeded to try and change his diaper on the floor. There was no
way I could take them all into the bathroom with me and keep them from
touching everything in sight.
So I was making quite a scene out in the
waiting room and then I get called in by the nurse. Of course I asked
her if I could have a moment and thankfully my husband showed up to
take the older two. I was all flustered, but we made it into the exam
room with Charlie in just a clean diaper.
The moral of the story is
that motherhood is mostly guts and not glory!