The morning rush

Today, Z decided to make life as difficult as he could for mommy to get ready for work.

I was running late to start with. I have to be in Court today at 1:45 so I was rushing around looking for a suit to wear that still actually fits post pregnancy. The one I picked was way to tight, the cream shirt looked horrible with it, I don't seem to have a white shirt etc. So a few outfits later, Charley is ready to leave, Z is still not dressed, I am rushing to braid my hair and put on make up.

Charley leaves and Z starts wailing so I, braid in one hand, try to sooth him with another. Didn't work.

Finally mostly ready and its time to change and dress Z. Run to his room, grab a clean diaper, one wipe, and his clothes for the day. Run back, get him on the bed and halfway undressed before I realized that he had a poop. So plop him on the floor so I can run get more wipeys but he starts screaming again. Realize the diaper bag is right there, grab wipe out of bag,plop baby back on bed and start changing. Of course then I realize it was not just a poop -- the prunes daddy gave baby last night worked and now we have a whole blow out on our hands. So of course he decides to roll over, stick his knees in there. . ..uck -- huge mess.

Anyway, get him cleaned up, dressed etc. I am now really running late so forget cleaning his sleeper, will do that tonight (Or make daddy do it as revenge for the prunes! LOL)

So mommy then runs to the bathroom herself, and of course Z has to follow crying the whole way. I'm sitting on the potty and he is clamoring trying to get in my lap. I finally pick him up and he stops crying but wants to pull out all the toilet paper.

I put him back down and scramble to finish getting ready. I grab a pair of hose and put it on, he is now back at my feet trying to get me to pick him up. He is giving me this look like mommy why don't you love me! And, of course, grabs my hose and runs them. Sigh.

new hose, same problem -- all he wants is mommy to hold him. I FINALLY finish getting dressed, realize my shirt has a stain on it, oh well I'll wear my jacket all day. Grab the kid who is really tired now, get out of the house, get him in his car seat, listen to him wail even louder (the whole neighborhood now realizes what a horrible mom I am by his crying) give him his bottle and he is asleep before I get out of the driveway.

When I got him out of his car seat at day care I tried to let him sleep but he woke up. At least he was ready to go play at day care instead of want to be held. Wound up 15 minutes late for work, have already run my hose again. And yes, I really miss my little boy even after the morning from hell!