Yesterday was the beginning of 3 weeks in a row as a "Sunday Widow", my friend calls those of us who are husbandless on Sundays. It is a little crazy getting 3 kids out the door and myself, who seems to be a tad slower these days and on time for church. We were doing pretty well, but as we were walking out the door, I looked in the front room and the clean-up that was supposed to happen, looked like a tornado hit! I knew there was going to be some complaining when we got home.
Church was fairly uneventful but I swear Carter needs a diaper change every time Bryce isn't there, crazy how that works!
We got home and I bribed the kids with "The First Mommy Kiss" for whoever cleans up the fastest, quite cute! Haven't seen them move that fast without treats involved so fun! The reward didn't seem like a reward to me! We then moved on to their room for "The Second Mommy Kiss" the results were the same!
Carter had a terrible day yesterday. Friday was diaper day and I had him in paper, but he had a bad case of diaper rash as a result. Can I tell this alone is why I love cloth diapers? He has had multiple stinkies in a day and how can you even have a chance to clear it up? He could hardly sleep during naptime it was so awful and finally I held him and rocked him for the next hour and a half. Oh such hard work! It was so sweet, my back hurt, baby was kicking him like crazy, dishes weren't done, dinner wasn't ready when it needed to be, but who cares??? I was having the best day, just being mom!
All of the sweet times to be with my kids and love them, what better gift is that? Then I think of this sweet little boy almost ready to join our family and I think my cup spilleth over! Now, if I had my sweet husband around more, not complaining, he is working hard but I sure do miss him!
