Yeah. The other day. That was a bad, bad day. Not bad like war, famine, poverty, and other extreme badness. I’m not completely delusional, folks. But in a little land called Motherhood, it was a piece of work.
But today. Bueno. Very bueno, in fact. Instead of having a bad, bad day… We’re rocking a good, good day. I showered this morning and dried my hair {shower days are my fave}. And at this very moment, my hair is still spit-up free. My shirt and pants, different story.
The babe and I played hard this morn which I think confused the diaper off the little dude. I took the obligatory 84 photos of his facial expressions {four of which are highlighted above} for the morning. And then he napped. Alone {high fivin’ a thousand angels!}.
I ate food off of a plate. While sitting down {no joke. It happened}. I used the facilities. Alone. We got out of the house, albeit briefly. But we got out. And the two olders got home from Gma and Gpa Camp {which included actual camping and Amazing Pizza Machine. Lucky children we have} just in time for snoozeland.
Mama has successfully washed and folded 4 loads of laundry {the putting away could still take days. Let’s not get over zealous here}. The wee one has actually started to form a few naps {ahem. In a swing. That is swaying back and forth. Baby steps} while the dinosaurs were away. And by some kinda ridiculous miracle, all three of them are napping {or are at least in places for resting}. Simultaneously. I don’t even know what to do with myself. It’s basically like I’m singing Islands in the Stream {don’t tell me you don’t love that song} while riding a pink unicorn through a field of daisies. The little white ones with the yellow center. That kind of craziness is happening. Right here. Right now.
The three napping at once… I am prepared to never.ever.ever.ever have this happen. Ever again. So first I read a bit. Cracked a cold one {hey. Diet Coke is as cold as I get these days}. And then decided this occasion, if any, is blog-worthy for my world. Because this is the stuff moms dream of. Very little drama. Very little frustration. Well-slept little ones. And lots of happy little moments. Granted, I only had one all morning… But I missed the two oldest like crazy. So that’s a good sign, right?
And… right on cue… The little one just squawked out. And the middlest just did his normal mid-nap can’t-figure-out-the-reason scream. But hey. I got a post and a diet coke in. And got to ride that unicorn. To a mama on her third time around the son, it’s pretty much a contender for the best day ever. Or at least a good, good day.