It seems that nothing ever really goes as planned anymore, at least since I started having babies just over four years ago.
I imagine it’s hard for non-parent friends to understand. But the smallest member of the household winds up dictating what we do most days. Plans often don’t come to fruition – at least in the manner and timing we initially plan.
Take today for instance.
Our latest visitors had just left yesterday (our family is all from different places, so we have many long-term guests) and we were looking forward to getting back to our usual weekend activities.
My husband was golfing in the morning, so we planned to go to the park and then out for dinner after the baby’s naptime.
It only took one little thing to throw it all off.
My baby pooped during his naptime. And I didn’t know it.
I pulled off his training pants while he was still lying down to take him to pee, as he is normally waiting to go. But lo and behold, a nasty, smushed up poop greeted me – and promptly became part of the duvet cover. (He sleeps in our bed!!)
If you use a comforter with a cover, you know how hard it can be to change those things. I knew instantly with the cleanup I was facing that there would be no park today.
Luckily dad stepped in and played with the kids in our yard for an hour while I stripped the bed, dunked poopy pants in the toilet, ran laundry, spot washed the comforter (because the smell had penetrated the cover in that spot!) and finally got my shower for the day – the only part that had been planned.
Oh, and I was cooking dinner for the baby to take out, too, in case he couldn’t eat anything at the restaurant. (Last time that happened, it resulted in baby trying to pick a food fight with anyone else who looked his way. Wait staff were not impressed by his throwing abilities though clearly advanced for such a tender age.)
So, long story short, the kids had a great day, we made it to the restaurant and everyone ate, and I’ve got a cozy, extra-clean bed waiting for me tonight. Not part of the plan, but somehow it all turned out just fine.
What about you? Does your day go awry often? Or am I perhaps particularly disorganized?