Saturday, March 29, 2014

Oh no.

Tonight has been a night of errors. It all started with me taking the trash out. Simple enough, right? We had oil in the trash can and the trash bag had a hole in the bottom. I only began to notice a problem when Hero was leaving footprints in the kitchen. I though perhaps that his diaper was over full, but his clothes were dry. I looked for a spilled cup of water. None could be seen. I touched the stuff, smelled it, then rubbed my fingers together. Oil! Ugh. A long dripping trail from garbage can, across the carpet, and out the front door. What a mess. 

My husband and I quickly started spraying pinesol and wiping up the oil. Good thing it's a degreaser. It worked perfect on the carpets. I filled the kitchen sink with hot hot water and more cleanser. I mopped the entry, the kitchen, and just because it was already dirty, the laundry room. I put the mop outside and walked in. 

Then I noticed a trail of liquid right where I had been walking with the mop. I grabbed some cloths, mad that I hadn't wrung the mop out enough. I touched the liquid. Oil. Again! What the heck was going on?! I looked at the trail and my heart sank. In his helpfulness, my husband took the garbage can out through the laundry room and to the garage. He knew there would be oil in the bottom of the can but he didn't realize I had drilled two holes near the bottom to let extra air escape when I put a liner in. Of course, the holes were pointing down as he walked it through the house. More oil to clean up. 

We frantically cleaned the carpets and the floors and the garage. I put in new hot water and cleanser for the kitchen and laundry room. I mopped and mopped, drained oily water, filled with clean, and mopped again. My husband dragged out the stream cleaner and went to town on the carpets. 

So, now we hope we're clean of oil on the carpets and tile floors. 

What a mess. 

I hope that doesn't happen again. 

Monday, March 17, 2014

Uh Oh.



Yep. Today was one of those days. 

I was very sleep deprived this morning. In my hunger, I ate a bunch of peanuts as they appeared to be the only edible protein snack in the house. My bad. Poor baby. He had awful gas and couldn't sleep well. I got a grand total of three hours to lay in bed and pretend to sleep. The rest of the time I was nursing, bouncing, patting, and waiting for the baby to be tired again. Then, at 5:30am, Pilot started crying in his room. I can only guess it was a bad dream. I changed his diaper, comforted him, said prayers with him, and sent him back to sleep. 

So, I was tired. 

My error of the day was not picking up a jar of Grandma El's Diaper rash ointment that was laying on the floor in the entryway. I saw it and thought, "I'll pick that up later". Well, I forgot to. Around 5:30 pm my boys were playing together peacefully in the playroom. Normally, they squable over everything. It should have been an immediate red flag. I was nursing. Eventually, it occured to me to inspect what they were doing. If they were being so good together without me mediating, I needed to discover what it was. 

My heart sank when I realized what was happening. Pilot had the jar of diaper cream and was happily slathering it on his face, hands, and feet. The piano had a big grease spot on it, the carpet was greasy, and Hero's face was covered in it as well as his freshly washed hair. Pilot saw me and stated that he was washing his feet. 

Oh, what do you do? I was frustrated that I let it happen. If I had only picked the jar up when I saw it. I could hardly be mad at them. They weren't endangering their lives. I knew they loved that diaper cream. It smells nice and feels good. It's mostly lanolin. 

My big question is, what is it going to do to my carpet?

One of Those Days

Today is going to be one of those days. I can feel it already. Sleep deprivation is beginning to overwhelm me but life will go on regardless. I just wish I weren't so tired. I want sleep. 

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

I'm Tired but It's Worth It.

Being a stay-at-home mom is no joke. Holy cow, what a lot of work it is. Yet, despite all that I love what I am. Man was designed to work. I feel so much better putting in a hard days work than relaxing on the couch all day long pursuing whatever I feel like in the moment. It's like faithfully going to the gym and working out every day. Or going to daily mass. You just feel better. 

How is my life right now? Crazy busy. 

The baby is 6 weeks old. At 4 weeks and 2 days I started to get smiles out of him. Now he regularly smiles at whoever grabs his attention. He also sleeps from 1-5 hours at a time. Fortunately, those 5 hour stretches happen in the evening and I get a break from sitting on the couch. I can spend a bit of time with my older boys and my husband. Then I can get a few hours of sleep before the next time I'm needed by the baby. The baby then wakes me a few hours later and I'm up for the day or I might get to go back to sleep. During the day he's sporadically awake and asleep with a big nap at lunch time. I'm looking forward to set nap times and sleeping through the night. It will be bliss. 



Pilot is potty trained except at night, thanks to his awesome daddy. We just have to make sure he uses the toilet regularly. I had tried the naked method last summer but as soon as it got cool enough for clothing, it was no use. When I had the baby, my husband stayed home for 6 weeks to help with the boys and in the process he got Pilot trained to use the toilet. He even showed him how to pee standing up. I'm not sure how I feel about that. 

Hero is learning words a mile a minute. He copies everything we say and is outpacing Pilot in new words. He's also quite good at going up and down the stairs with no help, sometimes without holding onto the wall or railing. I'm very impressed. He hauls his toys up and down the stairs and wears my shoes through the house. 

Loads of laundry, loads of cloth diapers every day. Dishes to do, kitchen to clean, meals to make, food to clean up. Toys. Toys everywhere. I can't stand toys being everywhere. My mom broke her toe on my niece's barbie head that was laying on the floor years ago. I vowed to keep toys cleaned up so people wouldn't get hurt, namely my klutzy self. Groceries to buy. Pediatrician and dentist appointments to go to. Walking for exercise, which is something at the bottom of my to-do list since other things get in the way. And cleaning my house. I'm tired just thinking about it. 

Little boys run to me for kisses and hugs. I patch boo boos and kiss scrapes and bruises. I tell the boys stories and read out of books to them. Piggy back rides up stairs to bed. Naps. Bathtime. It's a whirlwind of activities. 

Never in my life did I expect to do so much work day in and day out, at night and during the day, with little break 24/7. Time to myself comes rarely and often only when my parents graciously watch the boys while I run off to do an errand. I know some will say my husband should help more. He does help in his own way but his job is to earn money for our family and make sure we are financially secure. He works, pays bills, and puts the boys to bed. He fixes the house and landscapes the yard. He has work a plenty without me adding to his load. 




In a few years, I will add homeschooling to the mix and I have no idea how I'll fit it in. Yet, I think it's better for our family than shipping them off to the local public school. I won't have to worry like my cousin who has to wake her toddlers from a nap after daylight savings time to go pick up their older sister. Finding all the right clothes and books every day won't be high on the priority list. 

Yes, life is busy but it is worth it. In a few years everything will be different. I won't have the sleep deprivation I have now, just something else in its place. This is my happy place. This is my life. 

Here is a smile from the baby.