If you're a parent, then you've probably been there. The moment you realize that you lost your child.
I spent yesterday in fear.
I'm having one of those days.
*I wrote this several days ago.
I was so desperate that I didn't foresee the aftermath.
Of course he was happy, so I accomplished my goal.
Yet the mess and clean-up that followed sent me right back over the edge.
But when two babies are screaming and the dog just puked up a sock, momma will do anything to bring peace.
And let's face it, chocolate is peace.
- Two dirty diapers.
- Two hungry kids (requiring me to quickly throw something together for Henry so that I could assume my position on the couch to nurse Harper).
- Violently vomiting baby - crap spewing out of her nose, and all - requiring a bath on the spot and an emergency load of laundry (Baby throw-up is one of the most horrible smells. I can't tolerate it. Never have. The soiled items could not wait until later.)
- Poopy toddler. Another diaper change.
- And since Harper emptied her belly, she needed nursed again. Back to the couch.
- CHALLENGING toddler. Henry insisted on getting into anything and everything - cable box, blinds, outlets, matchbox cars across t.v., dog food, I could go on-and-on.
- So I literally was running around the house, disciplining Henry one handed while cradling Harper who was latched on. I can only imagine what that looked like.
- Henry pooped again. Bath this time. Very necessary considering his poop was F-U-N-K-Y.
- And as I plopped Henry in the tub, Harper wailed and wailed because she was not done eating nor did she appreciate me putting her down.
- After a quick bath, I snatched Harper back up, latched her on, and found Henry banging on the pantry door (Translation: I want snack).
- I gave him his favorite, marshmallows, because his sugar consumption was the least of my concerns at that point.
- Rather than eating the marshmallows, Henry mushed them all up so that they were sticking between his fingers. Once again, time to unlatch Harper. This time so that I could clean up sticky fingers.
- As I was returning to clean up the rest of the marshmallows (Henry had thrown them across the floor), Harper began wailing and Henry began whining because I was throwing the remaining marshmallows down the sink.