I was sitting writing another blog post and Tru was getting our weights together, it was obviously time for a lifting session…
Tru “Mommy what’s this”- Showing me his hand
Me “That’s blood buddy”
Now see, in the process of moving a 25lb kettle bell he had knocked it over on his hand. Not dropped it, just knocked it on its side, which split his nail.
At this time Tag was naked and sleeping on me so I set him down to help Tru (in reality I set him down to go pee, but figured I could help a bleeding 4-year-old as well). It wasn’t until I laid him down that I realized-
I had been pooped on. And I didn’t even notice when it happened.
That’s where my life is at… so the interaction between Tea and I this morning made even more sense….
Tea “Hey Mommy can you guys come into school today” (because showing off your infant brother is the coolest thing to do EVER!)
Me “Sure hunny…”
Tea “Ok, but can you change your shirt first….?”
(inner dialogue “Oh My goodness what is wrong with my daughter?!?! I am the COOLEST mom ever! Why would she be embarrassed of me?!? I mean, I’m wearing running clothes, but thats because I’m a runner, which is cool! What is wrong with her?? UGH! I’m so angry!”)
Me “why?” (asked with all the Motherly kindness and love I could muster)
Tea “Well… you have a boob leak stain…”
And that my friends is when I realized I had hit rock bottom…
Well, until this most recent poop incident… Guys, I am so smelly and gross that I really don’t notice anything anymore… Maybe I should go shower…
(for the record I did not change my shirt, I just put a long sleeve on over it 🙂 )