today has not gone as planned

[mamajoan]

The day started off at 5:30am when Isaac woke up, wide awake and yelling for me. I started up his CD and lay down with him. I was sure that we were both wide awake and no more sleep would be had. After an hour or so, I said "fuck it, I have to pee." I couldn't tell if he was asleep because his back was to me, so I just got up and went. I was sure he would start howling, but he didn't. He whimpered a bit and went back to sleep. So I went back to my bed and lay down again. But by now it was 7:15 and I was WIDE awake.

I lay in bed awake for about 45 minutes, and then I guess I fell asleep again, and next thing I knew it was 9:00 and Isaac was calling me again. And then the fun REALLY began!

I got up and went into his room again. As soon as I walked in I could smell the delightful odor of a full diaper. (When you have the door closed and the humidifier running, smells really get a chance to permeate.) I asked him if he had a poop. He said no. I picked him up ... the butt of his sleeper was wet.

Well, long story short he had one of those HUGE runny poops that are common with little babies. Up the back, down the legs, EVERYWHERE. And all over me too since I had picked him up. I guess at his age it qualifies as diarrhea? I don't know.

Anyway, I popped him in the bathtub to undress him and hose him down. He sobbed the whole time because he hates the bathtub, especially the detachable showerhead. Plus, I may have screamed some obscenities and added to his distress, sigh. Listen, I was not at my best on too little sleep and confronted with huge quantities of poop first thing upon waking.

So I got him cleaned up and dried off, put on a clean diaper and clean clothes. Then I had to strip myself, tossed all his pajamas plus mine plus the towels and washcloths into the laundry, and scrubbed my hands and arms. And I still think I stink. I can't decide whether it's psychological, or some poop is still clinging to me somewhere.

And then barely had I recovered from this before the reporter called. (OK, all my posts about this have been friend-locked so some of you are saying "what reporter?" Long story. Later.) Sigh.

(Isaac asked to talk to the reporter. I put him on the phone and he said: "I had a poop." Ha! I bet that makes its way into the newspaper somehow. Luckily, she has kids so she wasn't fazed.)

So now it's 11:00 and I haven't had a minute to catch my breath. I'm going to go have a cup of tea now. And then, if it's okay with you, I'd like to start this day over again. This time with more sleep and less poop.

Comments

[tiggrrl.livejournal.com]

Ok, you win for bad mornings! All we had was a baby who woke up at five am and has refused to go back to sleep since (she would normally have slept until 8 or 9 and then until around noon). I woke up the_misha a bit before 9 and asked him to take over, which he did, so I got a bit more sleep. We're considering taking a car trip just to get her to sleep so that we can come back home and nap.

[jennh48.livejournal.com]

Plus, I may have screamed some obscenities and added to his distress, sigh.

I had to laugh when I read this. I know you didn't MEAN for it to be funny, but it was and it was great. I told my friend about it yesterday in the grocery store. She said she's glad that she's not the only one that has done that on occasion. (Me too!)

You're not alone. You're a frustrated tired Mom, we're all like that once in a while.

PS.
I ran across your LJ on Random, and then I saw you commented on someone else's so I practically HAD to comment.
Nice to meet ya
Jenn

[mamajoan.livejournal.com]

Well, thanks for the sympathy. Honestly, I'm pretty shocked that I haven't yet heard the F-word out of my kid's mouth, given how often he hears it out of mine. Especially in the last couple of days...but eh, to him it's just a word.