Life as a first time mother

Remember your first baby? Did you go as nut-so as me?

I had to buy Dreft, because, of course – I wanted by baby to smell the best! Giant “HA!” here. “Uh, duh Teresa, you really can’t do just the baby’s laundry separate ALL the time. Especially at the Y Mount Laundry Mat.” (But I did for a while.)



Or how about totally baby proofing your house, after all, it’s only you and the baby. (Okay, I guess Peter was there too) Twice this last weekend I had to, screamily, stick my finger into the depths of Chubbles to retrieve one of Roo’s “jingle bells.” No matter how “picked up” I think things are; they’re not.

Maybe you bathed your little bundle every, single, without fail, no questions about it – day. Oh, I know I did. Samuel was the cleanest baby on the planet. And now? Well, you can guess. We’re doing FAN-TASTIC at every other day. That’s what scented baby wipes are for, right?

At any rate, I came to a realization. As I was changing baby today, he takes lessons for The Tasmanian Devil at changing time, I simply grabbed the nearest “toy.” Yep, a pen. A pen? Samuel didn’t even touch a pen ‘til he was three. Now it’s, “Go ahead and chew on that. What ever it takes to make you hold still and be quiet.” What have I become!? (No calling CPS, alright?!)

I also let him ride in the cart at Costco yesterday, and didn’t even wipe off the cart first. I know, ‘livin’ on the edge’ here. I let him chew on keys, he regularly climbs in the fire place –unlit, OF COURSE. He climbs onto the couch, and I say. “Well, he got up. He’ll get down.” Bad, bad mom.

So the realization? Happy medium in all things, I say. If you are horrified at this post, you have, mayyyy-be, one child. (or more, and are a woman I don’t think I can be friends with anymore. LOL) If you are laughing, saying, “Oh yeah, that’s totally me.” Then you, are as overwhelmed as 'yours truly.' But in any case, I’m awfully glad I can laugh at myself, otherwise – I’d be crying.

P.S. I know you're all saying, "Could be worse!" And I know it. Just some days are worse than others. Take my good friend for example: Last month her daughter broke her clavical at the ward Halloween party, the next week her three year old super-glued his eye shut, (Long, and very interesting story. A trip to the emergency room, an eye patch for the week, a quick surgery, and a lot of shocked people when they find out what happened. Just remember to keep super glue away from your kids!) And a week later, her five year old broke, literally, his upper arm. Primary Children's Hospital, surgery and all!

Yes, I know, things could be worse. :-)