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Things can get kind of rough. You know, being a mom is hard. Awesome, but hard. And work in to the mix and for me... that make things even harder. I'm not saying that being a stay-at-home mom is easy, by any means. I know from friends experiences that it's not. It might be a different kind of hard, but it's hard none-the-less. Last night I was pretty pooped. Everyone but me was asleep. Ally, the dog all through the evening kept going to the back door to be let out. Ally... doesn't really like to go out- even when we know she needs to. So when she begs like that, over and over again- we know she's up to no good. Like she found crumbs or some food we might've thrown out there while cleaning the table off or something. Or if Ryan's grilled out on the deck, she might sniff around extra and lick stuff in hope she might get one tiny morsel of human food. (As if we have never fed her before and she's starving.) So before Ryan went to bed (before I did) she kept asking to go out and finally we told her no. So I trapped her in our bedroom with Ryan, turned off the lights and went and got on the computer out in the family room. When I finally went to go to bed, the bedroom smelled... bad. But I just thought maybe it was dinner not settling well with Ryan, but I realized after stepping in POOP what the smell was. She had pooped about 4 times in our main walking area of our room.  GRRRRR Got it cleaned up and went to to bed. Didn't sleep good. Woke up to a mildy annoying email. Went to go change the baby after his bottle, because he had a stinker and realized he'd thrown up some of his bottle and there was poop... all over the place. Crib, blankets, changing table, my arm, my bra his back- up to his neck, his clothes... so, I had to give him a bath- which takes time out of my precious and very routine time in the morning. All the while, big brother still isn't feeling great after being sick the beginning of the week. It all worked out though, and it's funnier now than it was even at like 9am this morning. But you know what? I wouldn't trade it for anything. Well, ok maybe the poops I would. That was NASTY. He had a big one yesterday too that even HE thought stunk, he was making a face at me like "whoa lady! what is THAT!?"
That was my story for today. A lot of poop, sorry. Such is life. :)