It’s been awhile (um like 2 years) since I wrote a post about a day in #momlife but yesterday was a great example of when motherhood isn’t always all highs…. Sometimes it’s down right dirty.
The day started innocently enough. Kennedy had a low grade fever and we have a couple of new babies in our tribe so I kept her home from our usual playgroup. Of course by 9:30am she was fine and I had already made plans for our architect to come over so we needed to get out of the house. We took a quick trip to the playground but it was HOT and Mamma was overdressed so after remembering that I had seen baby pools on sale at Aldi, I promised Kennedy we would get one. I told her we would stop home to check in with the architect and then go to the store to buy a pool, easy peasy. We got home in perfect timing as the architect was just finishing up so we walked across the street to Aldi to grab our pool (by across the street I mean about a 10 minute walk up hill). Of course, store trips are never quick (or easy) with my kids in tow but I’m used to it so tend to not let it frazzle me (insert wicked laugh). Except that the store was uncharacteristically busy and both my kids wanted out of the stroller so I could already see the cloud of doom shading over us. We grabbed a pool… did I mention that it wasn’t a blow up pool? Nope, it was a good ole’ fashion plastic pool and all I brought to bring it home in was a freaking STROLLER (side note: It is the Uppababy Vista Stroller so pretty much my vehicle and the best investment in motherhood I’ve made to date). After somehow gathering up 10 items that we didn’t need, including a random dog lawn ornament that Cecilia became attached to, we went to check out. After a way too long wait (the lady in front of me was a hot mess… speaking from a hot mess herself), I bribed my kids to sit in the stroller and checked out. Then it dawned on me, where the heck was this pool going to go? I tried to hold it to the side, no go, I tried to hold it to the front of the stroller, no go so finally I convinced Kennedy it would be fun to put her shade up and lay the pool over her. It worked… sort of. About two plus blocks from home, Ceci started throwing a fit. I had noticed she had a poopy diaper at Aldi but I just could.not.deal so I was praying she could hang until we got home. She could not. I had stupidly not strapped her in and as she is tantruming to get out, she goes flying out of the stroller #momfail. She’s hysterical, I felt terrible so I decided to change her diaper right there while she’s standing. Clearly, not a great made plan. I managed to get the diaper off and tried to clean her as best I could but she was not having me put the diaper back on. Fine. I tried to put her back in the stroller. Nope. Roller board? Nope. $%^# (insert every 4 letter word you know) Fine. I picked her up and decided to carry her the two plus blocks home but then I realized I would have to carry her, push the stroller and hold the pool. At this point, I’m ready to just leave the pool and get home to A/C but of course, Kennedy would have never forgiven me so I managed to convince K to hold the pool (as best as she could) as I pushed the stroller and carried Ceci. Miraculously, it worked and we got home alive but not before I looked down and realized I was literally covered in Ceci's sh*t. Like I said, sometimes motherhood is downright dirty #amiright?
The day started innocently enough. Kennedy had a low grade fever and we have a couple of new babies in our tribe so I kept her home from our usual playgroup. Of course by 9:30am she was fine and I had already made plans for our architect to come over so we needed to get out of the house. We took a quick trip to the playground but it was HOT and Mamma was overdressed so after remembering that I had seen baby pools on sale at Aldi, I promised Kennedy we would get one. I told her we would stop home to check in with the architect and then go to the store to buy a pool, easy peasy. We got home in perfect timing as the architect was just finishing up so we walked across the street to Aldi to grab our pool (by across the street I mean about a 10 minute walk up hill). Of course, store trips are never quick (or easy) with my kids in tow but I’m used to it so tend to not let it frazzle me (insert wicked laugh). Except that the store was uncharacteristically busy and both my kids wanted out of the stroller so I could already see the cloud of doom shading over us. We grabbed a pool… did I mention that it wasn’t a blow up pool? Nope, it was a good ole’ fashion plastic pool and all I brought to bring it home in was a freaking STROLLER (side note: It is the Uppababy Vista Stroller so pretty much my vehicle and the best investment in motherhood I’ve made to date). After somehow gathering up 10 items that we didn’t need, including a random dog lawn ornament that Cecilia became attached to, we went to check out. After a way too long wait (the lady in front of me was a hot mess… speaking from a hot mess herself), I bribed my kids to sit in the stroller and checked out. Then it dawned on me, where the heck was this pool going to go? I tried to hold it to the side, no go, I tried to hold it to the front of the stroller, no go so finally I convinced Kennedy it would be fun to put her shade up and lay the pool over her. It worked… sort of. About two plus blocks from home, Ceci started throwing a fit. I had noticed she had a poopy diaper at Aldi but I just could.not.deal so I was praying she could hang until we got home. She could not. I had stupidly not strapped her in and as she is tantruming to get out, she goes flying out of the stroller #momfail. She’s hysterical, I felt terrible so I decided to change her diaper right there while she’s standing. Clearly, not a great made plan. I managed to get the diaper off and tried to clean her as best I could but she was not having me put the diaper back on. Fine. I tried to put her back in the stroller. Nope. Roller board? Nope. $%^# (insert every 4 letter word you know) Fine. I picked her up and decided to carry her the two plus blocks home but then I realized I would have to carry her, push the stroller and hold the pool. At this point, I’m ready to just leave the pool and get home to A/C but of course, Kennedy would have never forgiven me so I managed to convince K to hold the pool (as best as she could) as I pushed the stroller and carried Ceci. Miraculously, it worked and we got home alive but not before I looked down and realized I was literally covered in Ceci's sh*t. Like I said, sometimes motherhood is downright dirty #amiright?
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