I Just Want To Eat My Lunch and Pee!!!

Things have been a little crazy around here for the past month (one month exactly today). I feel like I am constantly cleaning, feeding, dressing, washing or changing a child. It has truthfully not been as bad as I expected...possibly because I expected the absolute worst. It has been busy, exciting, stressful and tiring for sure and we are all still adjusting to our new family. I am trying to make a point of leaving the house every single day and to take Connor to do something active so he doesn't drive my insane running laps around the house. It takes me about 30 minutes to actually pull out of the garage once I start getting ready to leave. It seems like no matter what, one of the boys poops right before we get in the car. Everything is doable, it just takes a little planning.

With as much as I am running around and going up and down the stairs I was expecting to be shedding the pounds like mad. Not so much...and I just figured out why. I don't have time to eat proper, balanced meals. I start out the day with a diet coke, a kashi protein bar and a cocktail of vitamins to try to get me going. Most of the time I start to make myself something for lunch and can't finish getting it ready so I shove a giant handful of Cheez-Its in my mouth on the way to the laundry room for the tenth time that day.

I get out two slices of whole wheat bread, Connor starts whining that his milk is in the Buzz Lightyear cup and not the Lightning McQueen cup.

Change the cup.

Take the lean sliced turkey out of the refrigerator to put on my sandwich. Charlie wakes up from his morning nap and has exploded poop out of the side of his diaper.

Change the diaper, clothes and sheet. Dispose of stinky mess. Start a new load of poo-stained laundry. Lay Charlie in the swing.

Wash sprouts and lettuce to put on the sandwich. Hear a loud crashing sound and a scream. Connor has crashed his push car into the swing and woken the baby up again.

Pick up Charlie to make sure he is still in one piece while simultaneously trying to discipline Connor without just straight out yelling at him. Baby is fine but still screaming. Chase Connor while holding baby to try to catch him for a time out. Pull out the ole one arm toddler tackle move, taking Connor down on the carpet while still holding a screaming Charlie. Drag a now screaming Connor to the stairs by one arm for time out. Spend the next five minutes trying to calm the baby down. Baby is quietly sucking on his paci sitting in his bouncy chair and Connor has forgotten why he was in timeout and has stopped crying too but still no sandwich because my bladder is about to burst from all the diet coke I had that morning.

Two more steps until I reach the bathroom door. "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!" Connor has crashed into the corner of the wall.

So by 1 pm I have an injured child, stale bread, rotten turkey, wilted greens and a little pee in my own pants. There is always tomorrow...