Hot Mess part 156

2:20am

Em, "I WANT DADDY!  I WANT DADDY!  I WANT MOMMY!"

Paul stumbles into Em's room and brings her back into our bed.

Em, "Water please, mommy.  Sip of water."

Me, "Here's some water.  Go to sleep."

6:18am

Em, "Mommy milk.  Milk mommy please."

I stumble downstairs, get the milk, haul my giant whale body back upstairs, and give my sweet toddler her milk.

6:28am

Em, "Go potty, Mommy. Go potty."

Me, "You need to go potty?"

Em, "Go potty."

Hustle her to the bathroom, notice her diaper has leaked and her jammie pants are wet, read Green Eggs and Ham TWICE, she does NOT go potty.

6:40am

Back to bed and notice a HUGE wet spot on our sheets.  Strip off the bottom sheet, put 2 pillow cases over the wet spot on our mattress, pull up the top sheet, throw Em back on bed, and crawl between top sheet and blanket.  Give Em my phone so she can watch Rapunzel.

7:00am

Em, "Wake up.  Wake up."

Come downstairs.  Get Em set up with breakfast.  Go into basement to let dogs out and notice that our boxer has peed all over the floor.  Luckily, she peed on the rug remnant we use to wipe our feet in the unfinished basement.  Sigh.

Haul whale body back upstairs, throw sheets into washing machine, get my breakfast, try to work.

Em fusses on and off ALL FREAKING MORNING.  Finally finish most of what I need to do and off we head to Target.

I could not look worse today if I had tried.  My hair looks like rats have nested in it over night, none of my maternity shirts fit, but thank goodness for maternity pants and that panel of fabric that goes up and over your belly.  Luckily I can't see anything below the top of my stomach so I don't care that the rest of the world is subject to viewing the belly panel, and I barely could muster up the energy to put on moisturizer much less make up.

And I fed my daughter something called a chicken stick for lunch that came in a jar of oil because I didn't realize we were out of frozen chicken nuggets.

Maybe I should've gone to Walmart today instead of Target.