The gravy train left the station this morning.
It wasn’t pretty.
8:50 am – I return from dropping my mom off at the airport so tired I had to keep making strange faces to stay awake. I haul Caitlyn’s car seat upstairs so both girls are with me in my room. I set an alarm, explain that I’m going to have a quick rest, and collapse in bed. I hand the iPhone to Mackenzie to play with. She gets Stinky Blanket and climbs up in bed with me.
9:00 am – Stinky is too close for comfort (the name is well-deserved). Talk Mackenzie into giving me a little breathing room.
9:01 am – Fall asleep.
9:15 am – Wake up when Mackenzie’s version of snuggling turns into full-blown gymnastics. Ask her to please play on the floor instead of the bed.
9:16 am – Fall asleep.
9:30 am – Alarm rings. Caitlyn wakes up hungry. Feed her while reading “Scrambled Eggs Super” to Mackenzie.
10:05 am – I lay Caitlyn down to change her diaper and she throws up* all the milk she just drank all over her outfit, my outfit, and the changing pad.
10:08 am – New outfit for her and new changing pad. Change her diaper but I’m too slow with the new one and she pees all over herself and the changing pad.
10:12 am – New outfit for Caitlyn. Consider bathing her but realize she’s now starving and Mackenzie has been up for two and a half hours and still hasn’t had breakfast.
10:13 am – Feed Caitlyn again. Help Mackenzie dress, one-handed. Scowl at growing pile of laundry in the corner**.
11:00 am – Head downstairs, leaving a tornado in my wake, to feed Mackenzie the oatmeal that is still on the stove from where my mom made it four hours before.
11:59 am – Finish cleaning up blueberry oatmeal on bowls, spoons, chair, table, and Mackenzie’s hands and face. Add to the laundry pile.
12:00 pm – Write off lunch. Pine for Grandma.
*Caitlyn throws up an entire feeding on average of once a day. I’m still trying to understand why this happens, but it seems to be because of my really strong let-down. She gulps and gets a gas bubble so far down it won’t come up without bring everything else up with it. I have to keep her upright for a long time after a feeding to avoid the “yak” and even then, it’s not a guarantee.
**Because I have an over-abundance of milk, and a strong let-down, and a baby prone to throw up… I have a new load of laundry to do every time I turn around. It’s almost comical. Almost.