Queen of Rambles

I’ve been so worried about Erik’s fiber situation that I think I over did things a little bit.

We were at preschool this morning and someone had a stinky butt. I was the only mom in the playroom so I was going around doing a sniff check of the diapered children. Everyone was clean. Erik ran over to me and I caught a huge whiff. I didn’t want to check, but I had to.

I just about puked.

Let’s just say that if it couldn’t happen at home, it’s a good thing this happened at a friend’s house with a shower right in the bathroom. I’ve been bringing spare pants and underwear lately, but I did have to borrow a clean shirt.

My morning was fantastic! Why do you ask?

Erik was Mr. Grouchmeister all morning. We had to fight about every single itty bitty thing. No shirt! No underwear! No pants! No socks! No shoes! No coat! NO NO NO NO NO leaving the house!

At preschool he wouldn’t sit in circle time. He just screamed bloody murder and I had to take him out to the closet room to calm him down. I could go on and on, but you get the idea. He was driving me crazy.

Then he shit his pants.

Ugh.

Back when I was a new mother I thought there was nothing grosser than a baby blow-out. I was so so so very wrong. Try a preschooler blow-out and you’ve got something grosser. At least whatever was clogging him up should be all cleared out.

I think he’d be a lot happier and we’d have a lot less fighting if I could get some food in his belly, but he doesn’t want to eat. NO NO NO NO LUNCH MOMMY! He wants to make cookies instead. I’m trying very, very hard to avoid sweet this week since it would be nice if my jumbo sized gut shrunk a tiny bit before I have to wear my purple tube to a fancy party on Thursday night.

Of course, since I have to go be fancy on Thursday I’m having a major zit break out and can’t find my tube of Spot On. I’m going to have to run to Target tonight if Mike can’t find it. Mike is the official Seeker in our house. The man can find just about anything.

I really need a nap. All this fighting is emotionally and physically draining. We have his exercise class in a couple of hours so hopefully that will wear him out. I’m more than happy to turn him over to a couple of teenage girls for an hour.

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