A day in the life . . .

I am sorry, dear garbage disposal, for never once thinking of how you felt having food waste thrown all over you all day. I have now walked in your shoes and I will be more thoughtful the next time I need to dispose of my banana peel.

Today started out great. Phil got up with Sam as usual in the morning (thank you thank you thank you) and brought him to me in bed when he needed to start getting ready for work. Sam was really tired still so I put him down for a nap and he slept until 9am, which meant I did too! It doesn't start out much better than that! I take that back, if I could have showered this morning that would have made it better. I made my morning coffee and while changing the filter I stuck my hand into the coffee grounds from yesterday. I dont even know how that was possible since I was looking at what I was doing, but I still have some grounds under my fingernails, 13 hours later. 

Sam and I ventured out to run some errands around noon. The 3 hours in between waking up and leaving the house were filled mostly of throw up. Sam's, not mine. Every 5 minutes the kid was giggling, gurgling and pushing out spit up from his mouth. Usually onto my shirt, pants, head, shoulder, lap, or face. 

One errand was to go get some baby food for Sam as we planed to try veggies for the first time today. After collecting my random coupons from every room in the incredibly organized house, we were off to babies r us. Typically, that is the LAST place I'd  buy anything since it's all marked up so much, but with the coupons, it made it worth it. I decided that Sam was getting a treat, I wanted one too. For some reason that meant clam chowder from Whole Foods. 

Since Sam was sleeping in his car seat when we got home, I decided I would get to eat my soup before he got up. I opened the cardboard container and, as if I was working with my eyes closed, the bottom of the container flipped out of my hands and on to the floor, and my legs, feet, flip flops and Daisy. I yelped, Daisy stood there looking at me waiting for the signal that she could eat it, and Sam started to scream. Awesome.

Figuring he could use some lunch after his nap was disrupted I put Sam in his high chair and opened the sweet potatoes. I had a spoonful and they were delicious (hey - my lunch was just ruined remember?!) Sam loved them too. I mean really loved them. Moaning while eating them (I hope he doesn't keep that bad habit - I do it too), couldn't get enough, loved them. 

After successfully finishing his lunch, he was a happy boy, all smiles and chatted the afternoon away. We played and he did some more throwing up, the usual. Except this time, when it was all over my it was orange. So the back of my head = orange. My yellow shirt, now orange. My hands, orange. You get the idea. After noticing I just shrugged it off and had a sip of my lemonade which I poured all down the front of me. What was the matter with me today?!? At least it washed away some of the sweet pots. 

By the end of the day, I was glad I didn't get that shower this morning. It would have been such a waste of time. But as dirty as I was, Sam was worse. So I gave him a long bath and he had a blast as usual. Kicking, blowing bubbles (from all ends), splashing like a maniac. 

Beginning and ending the day with this face smiling at me makes the grime, puke, poop, spit, food, and clam chowder all worth it.

Now I'm off to shower.