Mommy Meltdown

After a very lazy day yesterday, I woke up this morning thinking I was going to be very productive.  Gabriel woke me up around 7:30, so we got up.  I changed his diaper and fed him, but he still seemed sleepy so I put him in the swing and he was out like a light.  I put him back in the bed with me for a quick nap.  We woke at 10:30.  "Sweet," I thought.  We got lots of rest and were prepared for a busy day of jogging, laundry, cooking, ect.  So we headed out to go for a run.  After about 10 minutes on the trail, Gabriel started to scream.  I picked him up and immediately noticed that he had had a BM.  I was actually happy about this because he hadn't gone in a few days and seemed fussy.  And because I knew it was going to be a big one, I though better to turn around and go home to change him because it would be messy for sure. 

So we cleaned up at home and before heading out again, I thought "why not have a quick feeding?"  He ate...the ate some more...the ate some more...then puked all over himself and me.  Okay, I can handle this.  Time for a bath!  So I did and we headed out again.

He fell asleep immediately and I was able to enjoy the outdoors.  Until it started pouring.  I looked up at the sky and wondered why I was getting drenched because there was blue sky everywhere else but above me.  No big deal.  It was hot out so the rain felt good and Gabriel was covered thanks to the B.O.B Revolution. 

After I finished running, I still had about 1.5 miles to walk, so I made a few phone calls to schedule a hair cut and baby sitter for tomorrow.  During one phone call, Gabriel started screaming so I took him out of the stroller.  My hand touched upon something sticky and wet.  He had had another BM, this time MUCH bigger than the last.  Shit.  Literally.  We still had over a mile before we got to the car.   Oh well, I can handle this.

So after another bath, he was clean and fed.   Next on the to do list was a quick trip to South Daytona.  A few weeks ago I purchase a pair of shoes online and accidently had them shipped to our old address.  I put Gabriel in the car and started driving.  He was pissed.  He started to cry.  He made sounds like I've never imagined.  SCREAMING doesn't describe it.  "I can handle it," I thought.  I'm going to pick up my favorite shoes.  But no luck there.  As I pulled up to the house there was a FOR RENT sign in the yard and no packages delivered on the front porch.  I called the landlord.  She had not received any packages for me.  Crap.  I was seriously disappointed.  Big sigh, let's go home.

Gabriel SCREAMED the whole way.  I started thinking, WTF.  This was supposed to be a good day?  The events started adding up in my head and I realized I was having a shitty freaking day.  And to top it off there was a screaming infant in my back seat.  And I was out money due to the lack of shoes.  And I was still soaking wet from our run.  And I hadn't even had a shower.  And it was almost 5 o'clock.

Looking back, I have to give myself credit.  Somewhere between these events I managed to do two loads of laundry, empty a dishwasher, cook two chicken breasts for chicken salad, and have a visit with my Dad.  So maybe my day was productive.  All I know is this mommy is physically drained, and my baby is pissed because he had to endure two heavy bowl movements, two baths, and a long car trip to nowhere.  And then his mommy stuck him in the swing.  By himself  BAD MOMMY.  What can I say?