Struggle bus. That’s where I was all day today.
Act One
My mornings start pretty early thanks to my kids, so I started my day around 5 am? I can’t even remember to be honest. I woke up a few times during the night to deal with the baby and the 3 year old came to the edge of my bed and shook me awake around 5 or 6? I have no idea. She shook me from a dream where I was in the bathroom ALL BY MYSELF, but even in my dreams I can’t use the restroom in peace it seems. #momlife.
Act Two
I ended up being short on time this morning as usual and was rushing to go sit in traffic to make it to clinic on time for my first patient. Oh, I forgot to mention that I have no lights in my master bathroom. The circuit tripped on Saturday and we can’t figure out why so we are literally in the dark. I’m sure my hair and makeup looked amazing today. My daughter is in the” ‘mommy’ only phase and refused to let my husband drop her at daycare. No worries, “I can do this and still make it on time.” Drop-off was sheer chaos with her at a Clinger Level 9, but I bolted before I saw any real tears. #notproud
Act Three
Traveling at the breakneck speed of 15 mph in bumper to bumper traffic, I realize I have left the baby’s carseat at home alongside my laptop computer. I don’t have a desktop computer, so it is my only computer at work. The grant that is due in 48 hours is saved on said computer, which I was going to work on between seeing patients. Not happening. Somehow by the grace of God, I made it to work on time. #wendyforthewin
Act Four
While making a delicious protein shake for breakfast in my office (with no computer) I realize I have royally messed up and forgotten to order some important tests for a patient. This is really not good and I feel terrible – like really terrible. Lucky for me, the patient’s mother is gracious and doesn’t want to strangle me, which would be fully justified. I have the best patients.
Act Five
I get results back from an experiment in lab and what I thought to be true for over a year, was never true. I can’t even begin to describe this crushing blow. Seriously Tuesday?
Act Six
I pick up the kids right at 5 pm from daycare because I had to go home after clinic to get my computer so I was nearby for a change. I decide to throw some chicken and stuffing in the instant pot – I’m going to salvage this day. My husband comes home and I proudly announce that dinner is ready while I am reading a book to the kids. What a quaint little scene that was. We set the table and sit down and open the instant pot. The chicken is still frozen. Deep breath….it’s OK, I start feeding the baby and reset the instant pot. I mean it’s INSTANT it will just be another 15-20 minutes. My husband and daughter go on a walk (after 96 tantrums about socks and shoes) while I finish up dinner with the baby and pop him into the bathtub. He is clean and smells divine and is warm and chubby and wrapped in a towel. ~Life is good~
On the way to his room, I walk past the instant pot and side eye it. It doesn’t look right. It still hasn’t pressurized. The chicken is still frozen. I set my warm chubby baby wrapped in a towel on the carpet in the living room and mess with my new nemesis to get it to pressurize. After a few minutes of fiddling and checking the seals, I pick him up and walk to his room. As I enter his room, I wonder, “hmm, what is that smell?” I lay him on the changing table and fold down the white towel. There. It. Is. The source of the smell. My once clean divine smelling baby has pooped in the white towel and is now covered in poop himself.
Act Seven
We all eat frosted mini wheats cereal for dinner. You win Tuesday, you win. Now about that grant….
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