My mother's day was...well...not what I had in mind when I pictured my perfect Mother's Day. It started out with my husband leaving very early for church like he usually does and then coming home before church even started because he had hurt his back and he was afraid that if he led worship he was going to hurt it more...because he gets crazy. At least he brought me breakfast in bed and coffee. And at least my son slept until 10!! That was a sweet miracle. So the hubby promised that as soon as he laid down for a while and if he felt any better we could at least get out of the house so I could do what I wanted for Mother's Day. Well...we finally went out later in the day and the restaurant I picked said they would not take anyone without a reservation. :( So we went to the next place we saw, which was El Toro.
After El Toro (where Z was adorable by the way and kept pointing at the picture of the bull on his cup and growling - because apparently, in his world, bulls growl) we went to the mall so I could get what I wanted. I really didn't want anything except to go to Lush and buy bath stuff so I could take a really good bubble bath. And I bought some Godiva chocolates because that also just sounded good. And then we abruptly headed home because my husband didn't feel well.
Well...his stiff neck was replaced by food poisoning. (I don't know what it was from. I was fine) Which meant no bath for me because he occupied the bathroom the rest of the day and night. And on top of that, while my husband was in the bathroom, Zion had a mega explosion in his diaper that was unlike anything I have ever seen...and hope to never see again. It was like a volcano of poop lava...and when I picked him up out of his highchair, I got poop all down my arm, on my shirt, and it was running down Z's leg. And, the bottom of the high chair was filled. It was pretty impressive.
So, I ran him to the bathroom....but of course, the bathroom was in use...and we had no place to go. So I decided we should wait it out so I could get him in the shower...so I set him down, but of course, he wanted to run. He started to run towards my white couch and I chased him down and caught him...then I just put him in the sink and started rinsing him down because I had no other options. He's a little big for the sink-and I didn't want to clean poop in my kitchen sink...but what was I gonna do?
Eventually, Ish came and put Z in the shower and I started to clean up the poop explosion in the highchair and on myself. The whole time, my attitude was pretty bad. I'm not gonna lie. I was so mad that on Mother's Day, I ended up being the nurse and the maid. And, I didn't even get my bath.
Well, now I can appreciate the humor. There is nothing I can do about it. I still didn't get my bath, and I would still like to have a Mother's Day Do-Over...or at least an hour to take a bath. Ha! There is always next year.
After El Toro (where Z was adorable by the way and kept pointing at the picture of the bull on his cup and growling - because apparently, in his world, bulls growl) we went to the mall so I could get what I wanted. I really didn't want anything except to go to Lush and buy bath stuff so I could take a really good bubble bath. And I bought some Godiva chocolates because that also just sounded good. And then we abruptly headed home because my husband didn't feel well.
Well...his stiff neck was replaced by food poisoning. (I don't know what it was from. I was fine) Which meant no bath for me because he occupied the bathroom the rest of the day and night. And on top of that, while my husband was in the bathroom, Zion had a mega explosion in his diaper that was unlike anything I have ever seen...and hope to never see again. It was like a volcano of poop lava...and when I picked him up out of his highchair, I got poop all down my arm, on my shirt, and it was running down Z's leg. And, the bottom of the high chair was filled. It was pretty impressive.
So, I ran him to the bathroom....but of course, the bathroom was in use...and we had no place to go. So I decided we should wait it out so I could get him in the shower...so I set him down, but of course, he wanted to run. He started to run towards my white couch and I chased him down and caught him...then I just put him in the sink and started rinsing him down because I had no other options. He's a little big for the sink-and I didn't want to clean poop in my kitchen sink...but what was I gonna do?
Eventually, Ish came and put Z in the shower and I started to clean up the poop explosion in the highchair and on myself. The whole time, my attitude was pretty bad. I'm not gonna lie. I was so mad that on Mother's Day, I ended up being the nurse and the maid. And, I didn't even get my bath.
Well, now I can appreciate the humor. There is nothing I can do about it. I still didn't get my bath, and I would still like to have a Mother's Day Do-Over...or at least an hour to take a bath. Ha! There is always next year.
What I wanted to happen on Mother's Day...
What really happened on Mother's Day...
When all is said and done, It's not that big of a deal. My family is healthy, I got some bubble bath and coffee in bed for Mother's day, and I have a husband who spoils me most of the time so I don't have a lot to complain about. And it gave me a story to blog about. So there you go!
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