You pick up your toddler of the squishy bottom, and feel wetness on your side.
Instead of thinking: EWWW! I need to change my shirt!
You think: Eh. It'll dry. Spray on a little body spray and I'm all good. It's not worth the effort and extra laundry to change. I'm not going anywhere anyway. Oh. Wait. I am going out on a date with hubby later, but he won't mind.
Side note: If this was SOME OTHER CHILDREN'S pee, I would surely be grossed out. Would probably hold my shirt away from my skin until I could change. It is only my own child's pee that I would wear around all day.
Conversely, you know you have been a mother a long time when the smallest amount of apple juice ( the stickiest substance known to man when applied to a kitchen floor) is spilled and you go ballistic. Little droplets go EVERYWHERE. Seriously, everywhere. How does that even happen? Chair legs, table legs, cabinet doors, walls, blinds, kickboards, everywhere.
The state of the kitchen floor is apparently more important than my own hygiene. Here's to motherhood!
9 hours ago
3 comments:
You made me laugh out loud...I totally can relate! And the spilled apple juiced...only happens right after you mop the floor :). Murpheys law!
I so totally know the feeling! especially the spilling...my kids have adopted their aunts saying "It's not a meal without a spill"
Gina, you are too funny!!! I can totally see myself barely flinching at having a diaper leak on me, but freaking out at juice getting dropped on the floor. So true!!
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