Damp.

I have mentioned in the past how much I absolutely hate being damp - wearing damp clothes, getting rained on and not getting quite dry enough. Ugh, ugh, ugh.

It's my own nails on the chalkboard, shuddery, gross feeling.


Well, today has been the dampiest of all damp days.

• Spilled cereal milk.
• Spilled water.
• Spit up.
• Misaligned nursing pads, resulting in leaking through shirt.
• Toddler playing in dog's water bowl.
• Baby popping off boob, resulting in spraying all over.
• A toddler who has developed a new spitting habit.
• Spitting chewed carrots all over herself.
• Letting milk dribble out of her mouth all over herself after taking a big swig.
• More baby spit up.
• Spilled pumped breastmilk. 

Enough to make me cry.

{But, I can't, because that would make things even more...damp.}

Ugh, Ugh, Ugh.


This is one of those days, where small things are creeping up all around me and making me, um, not the most pleasant or patient of mothers.

And, I know it.

So, I shall take this nap time for myself.

Both of my children are {blessedly} asleep. And I shall change into some dry clothes. And I shall check some things off of my to do list and be productive enough to make myself feel better.

Except, no chores involving liquids need apply.

And when those children of mine awaken, I will be a happier, dryer, mother.

Let's hope.


Evelyn Rae is 22 months old {for one more day} and Liam is FOUR months old

...and seriously though, does anyone have a fix all cure for a toddler spitting/spitting out food/spitting out drinks phase? I am so over this business.