This week I began watching a 7 week old infant along with my other 3. That will only last a week, then the 7yo goes back to school next week and by the time she is home from school, the infant will be gone for the day. But for this week, it is a bit chaotic getting used to a new mouth to feed and bottom to change. Not to mention gassy and needing to be held. Thankfully the ability to do most things creatively with one hand has come back to me from my mommy days with my own kids. I still have my ‘baby rock’, rocking side to side even without a baby in my arms. The past 4 days I’ve been pinched, pee’d on, pooped on and puked on, a lot. Thankfully I have a lot of old t-shirts to wear when in childcare mode. And you know, I really haven’t minded it one bit.
The past two days everyone under the age of 8 has been cranky, crabby and generally uncooperative. And Miss Marti had PMS…flaming PMS. Not a good mix. I was counting down the minutes to happy hour so I could just veg with a glass of wine and soothing music.
The Count is out of town until Monday but I’ve been getting hundreds of loving texts in the middle of the insanity, making it easier to smile through the odor of dirty diapers and up-chucked formula. Oh and a 1yo that has decided, upon turning a year old yesterday, that she is no longer going to eat jar food. I have to dice everything the other kids have into tiny pieces. And she insists on feeding her self. SIGH…insanity and a messy toddler with attitude. You know what? I still love my job! 🙂
About the time, shortly before lunch, that I was ready to yank out my hair, and right after changing the 3rd blow-out bottom diaper of the morning, the door bell rang. It was the florist, with flowers….for me. From the Count. 🙂 Pink flowers, my favorite color. He said for his favorite woman. I just love that man. I’m being spoiled and this is very hard to get used to for me. Not used to getting so much attention, affection and love for no special reason.
This lifted my whole demeanor and I ordered chicken strips and apple slices for the kids for lunch. Why not surprise them as well, right?
I am so blessed, lucky and loved. I love my life!