Sunny’s Mom Struggles of the Week: Vomit, Pee, and Broken Eggs
Hello, parents! Man, parenting is something else, isn't it? I love my kids. I really do. I promise. Let me just say, though, and this is important so I'll highlight it, THE STRUGGLE IS REAL. The raising little babies into toddlers into teenagers into functional human adults is so freaking tough, daunting, exhausting, and even brutal. Some weeks, you just look at their angelic little faces and think, "I am so blessed." Then other weeks, you want to run out of the house screaming, heading anywhere but home. This week was one of those weeks.
Let's start with my vomiting toddler. Two-year-olds don't contain vomit very well, in case you don't know. I was actually in a drive-thru, getting a salad and handing the man my debit card when my two-year old says, "Mommy, puke." Immediately in horror, I turn and say, "No puke, not yet, almost home baby!" At which point, the cashier handed me my food, and my toddler began projectile vomiting all over himself and his car seat. I'm sure you can imagine what kind of day I had from there.
Moving to day two: it's early morning and my son and his father have a conversation. My 5-year-old had completely dressed, which is highly unusual. Here's how the dialogue between them proceeds:
Dad: Who put those clothes on you, son?
5: I did. I picked them out and got dressed.
Dad: That's awesome, buddy!
5: Yeah. I had a dream that I was peeing, but when I woke up I really was peeing. So I put new clothes on.
Dad: But you sleep in the same bed as your brother.
5: Yeah, he didn't change his clothes, though.
So, without further hesitation, we got both kids in the tub and stripped the bed. Pee in the bed is always a lovely way to wake up. I'm sure my 2-year-old was thrilled.
Moving on to day four: (Yes, there was actually one day in there where we had a moderately normal day!)
Day four is today. My oldest son was at school and my youngest was temporarily gated in his room so I could take my five, yes, FIVE-minute shower after exercising. I shower, cover up, and my toddler runs into the bathroom with a look of horror on his face.
"Mommy, yucky, egg," he says looking at his gooey, dripping hands. Immediately I knew it was raw egg smeared all over his hands. How I still wasn't sure. I swooped him up, washed his hands, and ran to the kitchen. At which point, I found this:
Let's just revisit this photo...
Yes, in five whole minutes, he broke out of his room, grabbed the egg carton, pulled each one out and laid them on the shelf and smashed one to bits while playing in the remnants. So, of course, I put all of the eggs back and wash the floor. It wasn't even 10 in the morning yet.
This week has been one for the books. I know they're little, and they do these types of things. I get it. I know that someday it'll be funny when I look back on it. It'll especially be funny when I get to humiliate them in front of their teenage friends with these baby stories later down the line. However, when it's all transpiring at that moment, it can be so frustrating. Bottom line, to all of you mommas out there having a hard day, week, month, or year, I am with you. I feel you. I get it. Just don't forget to enjoy the little wonderful moments in between.
I mean, before I got frustrated about the pee, my 5-year-olds response WAS kind of hilarious.
Peace, love, and carry on!