I love being a mom, I really do. But sometimes it is....well....interesting. No I take that back; it is always interesting. And most of the time a good kind of interesting. But sometimes a bad kind of interesting.
I'll just throw one example out there, say today for instance. WARNING: GROSS STORY THAT MIGHT MAKE YOU WANT TO THROW UP. Both of the girls are sick with colds. Nasty ones. I woke up and realized I now have it (big surprise). So I thought it would be a great idea to throw them both in the bath to make them feel better. So I did that. (Brenna still goes in the little baby bath thing, and Kaylee just sits outside of it.) Anyways, I let them play in the bath while I changed out the laundry in the washing machine. I came back, and before I walked in the door, I heard Kaylee say, "You going stinkies?"
I just thought, oh no. No, no, no, please, no. Sure enough, Brenna had pooped a really big messy poop in the tub. It was all over both of them. Kaylee just sat there with a crinkled nose and kept saying, "Ewe, yuck." So I had to get them both out and drain the tub and rinse the tub and then put them back in. Kaylee said, "No, I want to be all done!" And I said, "No, you are still dirty from Brenna's mess!" And she said, "No, it's all dry now."
So anyways, to finish the bath was a battle because Kaylee was sick of bathing (can't blame her). The good part of the story is that I got really motivated to clean the bathroom today!
Happy Mothering! :)