It's been quite an adventurous day, to say the least. So far today I've been pooped on, peed on, and puked on. I've cleaned up the aforementioned messes and given the wee one a bath. I've thrown a Transformer across the room after stepping on it for the third time. I've transformed said Transformer at least 20 times, half of those times with only one hand since I was nursing at the same time. I've scrubbed Spaghettio's out of my carpet after a certain three-year-old had his lunch.
I sat the wee one on the floor in front of the Christmas tree to make myself some lunch, and when I came back in the living room he was asleep.
I feel like I've been going and going and going all morning, and yet my living room looks like it got hit by a tornado.
I'm tired and stinky and have a song from "Sid the Science Kid" stuck in my head.
And you know what?
I absolutely love my life and wouldn't want it any other way. It's a privilege taking care of these two little ones every day.