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 | one last mother’s day post |
How was your mother’s day? Anyone? Let’s see, my weekend went like this:
Saturday, a family we know moved to a new house. (They like to be anonymous on the internet, so I won’t say who they are or how I know them. But they were moving.) Their four-year-old girl, whom we’ll call C, came to play at our house rather than help the big people carry furniture.
We thought we’d take all five (!) kids to the library for the afternoon, so I sat down to nurse the baby before we took off. And this, of course, is where hanging out with other people’s kids gets fun, because C came running over to ask, “Is she SUCKING on your BOOB?”
Now, I have it on good authority that this kid is familiar with the concept of breastfeeding, so I’m pretty sure she was just confirming. But it still left Dane spluttering and choking and coughing in an attempt not to laugh out loud, which left me to try to reframe with positive language: “Yes, she’s nursing. She’s drinking milk. She’ll be done soon, and then we’ll go to the library!”
Yeesh. I’m hoping no one was scarred for life.
We did ultimately make it to the library, though Sadie managed to require a change by the time we got there. A diaper change. And a clothing change. And, oh look, a car seat cover change! Except there is no car seat cover change, I just have to wash the one I’ve got. And did I mention I didn’t bring a diaper bag to the library, because… because I’m an idiot? No other reason? Luckily I keep a spare diaper and hand sanitizer in the glove compartment, and, um, covering the carseat mess with tissues is appropriate, right?
But by the time we got home, Sadie and Audrey were ready to nap, so I brought them in without worrying about Sadie’s carseat cover. And then I forgot all about it until the next morning, when we tried to go out the door to church. Whoops.
Despite my attempts to rationalize (It’s not VERY dirty! Only in one spot! I could put a… a towel, maybe…), we took the carseat out, stripped it down, and stayed home all day. And so Sadie gave me a day of being at home for mother’s day. The end.
Well. Happy Mother’s Day, then. What is with this holiday that makes it seem like being a mother is glamorous, anyway? Because really, being mother is more about baby poop and forgetting to wash something than fancy breakfasts out. Except for those who aren’t actually mothering anymore. They get the glamorous side of it. We get laundry.
And so it goes.
Yeah. I actually like an excuse to stay home and do nothing. But I wouldn’t mind there being less laundry involved.
Oh I think that’s funny, only because it’s happened to me as well with the carseat.
All of the kids we know except for three are boys, so I have issues when I try to nurse the baby. I don’t want to send them all into grade school boy fits if they happen to see a booby by mistake! ha ha
Been there with the carseat. And how’s this –
We actually have the car seat covered with a burp cloth AT ALL TIMES in case of an accident. Since we here in this household tend to be prone to accidents and what not.
See, now, that would be smart.
I totally used to travel with hand towels for exactly this purpose. Lay ‘em down and go, worry about it later. Except then I would forget, as well, and walk out the door to find a lovely aroma in the car…
Hand towels would be good.
I guess I could invest in another car seat cover, but… I probably won’t.
Oh my goodness, I almost peed my pants thinking of C and seeing her mischievous little face!!! That child is hilarious!
Thanks again for me being “randomly generated winner #4!!!” WoooHooo!