7 Quick Takes: Episode #2, The Life of a Mom or Why I Haven't Finished That Follow-up Post Version

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So yes, I am a serious slacker. I have yet to finish the follow-up post that I promised you. I am possibly a bit OCD and a little busy with suddenly having a freak out over my husband's impending graduation/job search plus mom things. I have included the following anecdotes for your pleasure...

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Today my 16 month old 'Lemur the Screamer' is having a very fussy day so I was pretty happy when he was contentedly bouncing on my lap until... I smelled something.

Then I looked down.

You moms almost certainly know what I was bound to find.

Poop.

Yes, his diaper had failed to do it's duty by holding his doody. His entire backside and my entire front side were completely covered in poop.

I searched in desperation for the wipes, which are hard to locate now that I've lost my diaper bag. When I finally found them and began the clean up someone knocked on the door. Then the phone rang. Seriously. This isn't the first or even the second or third time this has happened to me in my mothering career. Is it like a law of motherhood that all the people suddenly need you when you're covered in poop?!

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I was so tired this morning I could barely stir the muffin mix, not exaggerating, and the bags under my eyes have bags under them.

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My three year old is quite hilarious. The other day my husband was doing something with a knife and told said three year old that kids shouldn't do that, only grown-ups. Then the eerily intuitive boy says "Yeah! Only grown-ups can do what their not supposed to."

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Another hilarious three year old anecdote. Have you seen this Veggie Tales song?

My kids love it. While watching Curious George my three year old said "Mom he just called George a monkey! George doesn't have a tail! He's not a monkey, he's an alien!" I could not stop laughing.

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After my husband crushed my dreams handed me a reality check about what we would be able to afford to live in based on his current job prospects. I told him that I would rather live in a camper than another temporary apartment (apartment life is really wearing on me), at least then I could take my house with me when we inevitably move again. Plus it's a lot less to clean, right?

It would probably not be a disaster...

We would probably all survive living in such a tiny place together....

Maybe.

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Not only did my week include cleaning up poop. It also included cleaning up dog puke, which, in my opinion is way worse than kid puke. Normally my husband deals with dog messes but he wasn't going to be home for several more hours and of all the empty places with tile floors that the stupid mutt  our beloved pet could have puked, he chose the living room rug and my husband's gaming headset. So I cleaned it up myself, including cleaning out all the crevices of the headset... with a toothpick! I think I should win 'Wife of the Year' for that one!

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