Well, there's another story that can't go untold! It all started on this beautiful Monday morning that my husband didn't have to go to work. We had decided that we would use this Monday off to venture to the zoo. Because we had afternoon obligations, it would have been ideal to be out the door by 9:30am so that we could arrive at the zoo right when it opened at 10:00. I unfortunately let the stress of being on time sour our morning. I'll recount the disastrous day the best I can!
So, I got up with the dog at 7:15 and found three of the children had just got up to enjoy cartoons. I thought it would be nice to let my husband sleep in a little, but was somewhat frustrated that there was a lot to be done before our adventure to the zoo...most important besides a nice breakfast, an enjoyable morning home together and a lunch packing venture, was for me to take a shower. This was needed since the days prior there had not been a decent opportunity!
My daughter reminded me that I promised pancakes. Perfect. Oh wait, we were out of eggs and oil. Two necessary ingredients. I tried to convince her that we could do pancakes the following morning, but then realized that I was out of creamer for my coffee. So, at 8:00, I ran upstairs and let my husband know I was running to get the eggs and oil, thinking he would jump out of bed. Wrong. I would find my children still supervising themselves when I reentered the house a short time later. Oh, and of course, while in my pj's at Walgreens, I found out they were out of creamer. The kind cashier let me take 5 of the mini-creamers intended for coffee buyers so that I could at least enjoy a cup of coffee or two.
So, at home, I was rather irritated. Although, there was not a good reason to be. It was a nice morning and my husband deserves a morning in bed. I shouldn't have been frustrated. But, alas, I slaved over breakfast and gave as many huffs and dirty looks as I could. I insisted there was no time for me to even sit down because I had to make lunches and get ready for our day...remember, I needed that shower.
After many requests for me to sit down, I reluctantly joined the family for breakfast. Trying to enjoy this moment we rarely get of a nicely cooked breakfast and no where we really needed to be. But, for some reason, the zoo time had etched itself in my brain and I could not let it go. So, I told my husband I just wouldn't shower. His irritation was growing from my terrible attitude. After we got the kids all ready, the table cleared, the lunches made, etc, I decided to go get ready. It was at that moment that I realized I was destroying our wonderful morning. So, I thought that maybe it wasn't that big of deal that we didn't get to the zoo RIGHT at 10. I went upstairs to shower.
I hurried the getting ready process along so that we would only miss our deadline by a few minutes. My husband had got everyone in their coats. Their shoes were on, the dog was put away and we were ready to make it out the door. It was 9:50. Perfect. We'd make it by a little after 10. My one-year-old then walked over to me as I had my hands full heading out the door. She had her hand out and there was definitely something all over it. I wasn't sure what it could be until I examined it closer. Oh, dear GOD. It was POOP. All over her hand. I didn't know what to do. She had stuck her hand down the backside of her diaper and had it ALL OVER. My husband grabbed the wipes...as if that would help with awful situation.
I took her up, somehow got her clothes off of her and then wiped her down the best I could. I stuck her in the bath and started the wash off. Finally, she was clean, she was dressed and we tried to exit the house yet again. This time it was a success. We made it to the zoo by 10:30...not too shabby and enjoyed a wonderful morning, minus the snow storm that had started while we drove there and the 50 mile an hour wind that had presented itself. We stuck to the indoor activities and headed to the IMax at 12:15 to enjoy our lunch while we watched an awesome movie on butterflies.
I thought the day had made a remarkable turn-around. That is until we picked up one of my daughter's friends to drop off at a girlscout event. I grabbed my one-year-old out of the car to walk the two girls in and realized that she was SOAKING wet. Geez. I wrapped her coat around her and figured we wouldn't be in there long and I could handle this second diaper disaster of the day. So we walked in and my older daughter decided it would be funny to announce the morning happenings...poop hand and all! The mom's got a good laugh, but the joke was on me.
I got out to the car and wrangled the wet one-year-old into the car seat with her coat still wrapped around her. It was then that I noticed her hand and her face. She was covered in cheese. We had eaten cheese popcorn as part of our lunch and her fingers and face were stained orange. I am sure all the mothers in there were so disgusted, thinking that the hand was still stained or covered in the poo from the morning disaster. I was mortified!
