My Daughter Pooped In The Tub Again

It's been one of those weeks where I am learning more and more about what it means to be a mom. It's slowly becoming a job that's constantly changing, but I realized that's why I have had so many jobs in life. I LOVE CHANGE and I can't stand monotony.  Obviously, God knew that, and *boom*...baby. 

Over the past few months, she's been a drooling, teething crazy girl who has developed a picky palate and an attitude. It's something new every day, and it's definitely testing my limits. 

I decided to order the book On Becoming Pre-Toddlerwise, and I'm already 36 pages deep. I religiously read the book "On Becoming Babywise", and it was a life saver. A lot of people do NOT like these books(my pediatrician included), but it has worked wonders for empowering me as a mom. In the new book, I've already learned that pickiness, attitude, and the teething insanity is normal. So, basically, I feel 81% better. 

If you follow me on instagram, you would have seen that my daughter has been fighting some sort of bug containing fevers of 104 for two nights in a row. Let's just say, we panicked. We called Urgent Care the first night, and checked on her every 1-2 hours the following. I also opened at my job the next morning(both times) and stayed out till 11pm attempting to feel like an adult again. Thankfully, because Lenni was so tired from the fevers, she slept in till 9am this morning, so mama got to make up for the weekend(thank the Christ). 

Tonight, we tried to embrace the public lifestyle with a tired baby, and were basically laughed at through the repercussions. My daughter gave everyone her infamous RBF, and just didn't want to be touched. On the way home, I gave her a pouch of Beechnut baby food and found that instead of ingesting said pouch, she had distributed it evenly from head-to-toe. 

Getting to the bath promptly upon home arrival, we played and cleaned all of the food off. Right before I was about to take her out, she looks at me, holds her breath, and shits. What happens when poop gets in the bath? Well, you want to play with it, duh! 

All that to say, keep going moms. This is a full time, constantly changing environment. Remember that resume' you used to have that said the words "organized and handles stress well"? That description on paper is still who you are, and motherhood is no exception. Keep going! The poop in the tub can wait.