no good blog. not today…i still feel like flying in a million pieces, and i don’t know why. i’m running off 3 hours of broken sleep, mommy guilt, and caffeine, and i still have work to catch up on in the house.
the 3 hours of sleep are because my daughter layed in bed last night making cute little noises all night long. the mommy guilt is because she finally fell asleep at 3:30, and when i got her out of bed at 6:30 i realized that her bottom had exploded last night. slimy, yellowy-orange breast fed baby poop was all over her front, and by default my front when i picked her up. luckily, BF babies shit don’t stink too badly yet- although it does have it’s very own nose shriveling qualities when observed from close up. as for the mess, i’m hoping it happened this morning, but i have a sinking feeling that it happened last night, and that’s why she couldn’t sleep. bad, bad mommy.
i’m not getting a nap today because i have put off doing the laundry again. i’ve been finding little excuses to get out of the house to avoid the whole MIL and McCreepy issue, and because of that i have a pile of dirty diapers and sheets and clothes, and they’re all vying for their turn in the washer. i despise laundry. kinda makes me wonder about my level of sanity when i decided to cloth diaper. still haven’t regretted it yet, though- much to my surprise.
i’m done. i’ve tried to blog, and it’s just not coming out. i’ve re-typed a million times, but i don’t think my fingers know what my brain is trying to say. the title? it was originally intended for a MIL rant. i decided not to change it when i erased all the sordid details of her defection. (she spent the night with McCreepy again- #7 here we come!) i ended up whining about dirty laundry anyways, so it seemed fitting.
i am SO done.