I feel like they should let mothers with toddlers do PSAs for young woman about the dangers of having children. Today, would be the perfect birth control for anyone thinking “Oh I want a cute little baby to snuggle and dress up.”
Huxley and I have been having a pretty crappy few weeks. I have come to the point in my pregnancy where I have serious pregnancy insomnia. Last night, I couldn’t go to bed until 10:30. I woke up at 1:30 to pee and couldn’t go back to sleep until 4:30. At 5:30, I was woken up by Huxley screaming in her room. In my exhaustion, I throw her in our bed where she takes up the majority of the bed, leaving me hanging off the side. I wake up at 10 feeling like I got no sleep. We were headed out to Lowe’s at around noon but when I was getting dressed I laid on the bed and thought, “God, I’m just too tired to move. Give me strength.” Huxley thought we were playing a game so she kept running around both sides of the bed to try and get to me. I went to put Huxley’s shoes on and she is exhausted too. I decide we both need a nap. Two and a half hours later we try again.
We’ve been going to Lowe’s a lot lately because I’m trying to pick out the perfect color for LC’s room. They have a huge display of halloween inflatables that Huck loves. We take our time looking at each one but she is not impressed today because she sees another little girl running around the store with her grandmother and she wants to follow them. Thankfully, they where headed over by the paint. As soon as we get there Huck looses her freaking mind. I quickly hand her approximately 50 of those color swatch papers to try and distract her. It doesn’t work. With all the screaming I realize that she has cut her 5th and 6th tooth. I have a mixed reaction over this revelation. On the one hand I’m thinking, “Praise the Lord. Maybe this is why she’s been getting up at night” and on the other hand I’m thinking, “I’m a horrible mother! My baby has been in pain for weeks now and haven’t done anything to give her relief.” I decide to chalk it up to the fact that she should have said something. I know she can’t talk but damn, I can’t read minds. My mom shows up after getting off from work and takes her to the Halloween stuff while I finish shopping.
We head to Target because I have a few things I have to get. Huck is not having it. She likes to walk but all of a sudden today she decided if things aren’t going the way she wants she’s going to sit down on the floor. AIN’T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT!!! I’m 24 weeks pregnant, my back hurts, I have sciatica. I don’t want to bend down to pick up a $5 bill much less wrestle a 14 month old off the floor at Target. So she has to stay in the buggy. I’m not proud of this but I knew I could brib her with an icee. Unfortunately, she hasn’t learned how to share so every time I take a drink she looses her mind like I slapped her. I should have taken a picture of how she looked in the buggy slumped over to the side, drinking a blue icee with blue all over her face. It was a ridiculous sight. Eventually, I had to hide the icee in the buggy. The easiest way to shop with Huxley is to distract her with everything I’m putting in our cart. I hand it to her, she looks at it for a while, and then throws it in the back. We finish up at Target (not because I think I have everything but because my back hurts and she’s getting restless).
As we drive home, I hear something that sounds like two pieces of plastic hitting each other. I turn around and Huxley has unscrewed the lid off of her sippy cup and pour out the contents all over herself. She looks like the winning Quarterback in the Super Bowel who has had gatorade poured on him by his teammates. I strip her down in the garage and clean up the carseat. I take her inside to take a bath. She makes this weird grunting sound when I’m running the water and she’s pooped. I cut off the water and change her diaper. I don’t put another one on her because I’m about to give her a bath. She runs around the living room and kitchen naked while I throw the diaper away and start more bath water. We get done with her bath and I’m cleaning up the living room when I spot it. At first, I think I’m hallucinating. I turn on every light in the house to get a better look. Sure enough my suspicions are correct. In the 45 seconds she didn’t have a diaper on, Huxley pooped and peed on the floor. Thank God, we don’t have carpet in the living room. If we did, I would have just burnt the house down. It seems like the easiest of all the solutions.
I put Huxley to bed, watch some TV in our room, and then go to take a bath. As soon as I get in the water with my Bath and Body Works aroma therapy bubble bath, my candles are lit and then I hear it…. screaming. All I can think is ....
