Monday mornings are always a little bit hectic. Not only am I not a morning person but my alarm goes off at 6am if my daughter hasn’t already woken me up.
There is an attempt to get ready and look reasonably professional. There are bottles, a diaper bag and lunches to pack. There’s a car to be warmed while baby girl is being changed and ready for her day at the sitters. It’s a lot to cram into an hour and 15 minutes.
Today was much of the hectic same. Poor Dusty had been up with Addilyn every three hours last night. She’s been sick and not sleeping well. I took her from his sleepy arms this morning to change her diaper quickly before putting her in the car seat. The car was running and we were moments from being late.
As I approached the changing table Addilyn decided to show me how much she loved me – by puking all down the front of my dress. It was warm, sticky and not so wonderful at 7 am. There I am, standing half naked, puke still running down my chest as I attempt to grab a baby wipe to clean myself up, change her and get on my way.
Thank goodness I had the same exact dress in a different color to throw on as I walked out the door. Did I mention how much I love mornings?
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