Brothers they be.
Do you ever have days where you say to yourself, "Wow, I'm a mom." It's those days when everything seems to go wrong at the same time and you find yourself knee deep in it. I have had a few of those days. And unfortunately, they always seem to involve baby bowel movements.
On Sunday, I had a "Wow, I'm a mom" day. First, Van had a major explosion all over his crib. I found myself washing, scrubbing, bathing and opening windows for fresh air. It seemed to catch me off guard, as most "Wow, I'm a mom" moments do.
Then after church, Jack's teacher had to pull Ethan aside and explain to him how wretched our child has been for months. I had been living in some separate dimension thinking he was singing and listening as he should. So on Sunday night, I found myself marching my little 4 year old up to his teacher's house so he could apologize for his poor conduct and leave her with a promise of better behavior. As we drove away, I kept thinking, "Wow, I'm a mom".
Do you ever have days like that? I find them valuable. They keep me on my guard and remind me to stay on my toes. Just when I think we are settling into a groove, we get a little jolt and hopefully someday, we can look back and laugh.
Sidenote: Advise needed. Van has this rash around his mouth from it being wet all the time because he chews on everything. Any tips on how to get rid of it?