Real Life Mom Life.

I hate daylight savings time because "The sky's awake. And so I'm awake. That means we have to play." Or so my two and three year old seem to think. And Tiegan thinks that means it's feeding time.

My day starts at 5:30 in the morning. [Mind you, I fall asleep between 12-1 with a feeding crammed somewhere between there. I'm a zombie.] (Seriously. Why can't we work our time thing so that sunrise is at a decent hour. -Side note, I'm now in the market for black out curtains. Or maybe I'll just pin a blanket over their window. Stupid sun.) Claire was screaming that she had to go potty. During the day she has no problem going into the bathroom and doing her thing on her own, but for some reason in the early morning hours, she feels the need to inform everyone in the house and surrounding neighbors that she needs to go. We usually just yell back, "Ok, go ahead and go sweetie" and roll back over. But then she comes out cackling and runs out front to play, Aoife is upset because she is on the top bunk and can't get down to play, too, and Tiegan decides she is hungry again.

This particular morning I had Ross take all three girls in their early morning adventures. Usually I claim Tiegan and lay in bed and feed her with her dreamy gummy grin, and listen to her coos. But today I was tired. And grumpy. So I rolled over and put the pillow over my head. Around seven I came back to human existence and ventured out to the front room. Claire instantly perks up, "Mom! I pooped in my panties!" Ross and I turn, horrified, and start the interrogation to determine if she had taken off said soiled underwear and put on clean ones or if she was currently sitting in poo.

She claims she had taken off the underwear, so I go in the bathroom to find said panties flung on the floor, poo side down.

Claire and Aoife start fighting over who gets to sit on which couch cushion and it ends with Claire head butting Aoife's back. I get Tiegan dressed for the day and start dry heaving because apparently my 24 flu is lasting more than 24 hours. -No, I'm not pregnant. Yes, I'm sure. I have three children under four and I do NOT want four under 4. Or 5 for that matter.

In the bathroom, I find my phone charger covered in.... what? How did my charger get painted coated smothered in.... POO?!

My house looks like we should be on Hoarders. I've decided this week will be "Get rid of everything not necessary to survival" week. Today I'll be scrubbing around with my trusty barf bucket, starting with my newly poo decorated bathroom. I'll take that second round of Diet Coke now, please.

I'm so grateful that this job also comes with all of the giggles, wonder at nail polish, mussed up curly morning hair, coos and cuddles, something squishy and snuggly to love, and make believe games consisting of ghosts, pirates, princesses, witches, and stars. This is real life mom life, y'all.

PS. I have the greatest husband in the world.