what momma DIDN'T say.

there's a song. a song that - at this very moment - i hate with all that i am. it says "momma said there'd be days like this". well. MY momma is about the MOST patient, organized, prepared, and ready person i know. and SHE always has herself together. so she DOESN'T have days like this. therefore....MY momma DIDN'T tell me that there would be days like this. why would she? she hasn't ever had one!

but i have them.

hopefully you will be more like your nana and also WON'T have them, but just to make certain. i need to warn you about a few things:

1. if you want something done right, do it yourself.
(don't count on a computer to do it the right way, either. it will crash or freeze or explode or disappear before you are done and ruin everything. like how this is the 3rd time i have had to write this letter because my computer keeps eating it.)

2. nothing works like it's supposed to. 

3. nothing ever works out according to plans.

this is the most important of all. and where i will really begin my letter to you.....
prepare youself. this'll be a long one.

i'll start with yesterday. we had a slight episode while i was showering. you were SUPPOSED to be trapped in the living room watching yo gabba gabba while i took a lightening fast shower during the 24 minute episode. you broke out of your baby jail. and i caught you happily sitting in the dog's water bowl eating their food.

i don't know how much you managed to swallow, but i do know that i clawed about 4 chunks and some gooey bits out of your mouth, propelled one out of your windpipe when i patted you on the back and raked a fistful in the floor.

i believe that the dog food is the reason that you aren't feeling so grand today.
but regardless...i had plans for today. and you didn't follow my plan. you were supposed to NOT have diarrhea today. i planned for you to NOT have it. therefore, i didn't pack a spare outfit in your bag just in case. i ALSO didn't pack a spare outfit for ME just in case. and it wouldn't have mattered ANYWAY because we both have needed a total of 3 outfits each today.  so far. but it's only 3:30 in the afternoon. we still have a good 5 hours left before your bedtime to have yet ANOTHER explosion....

the first explosion happened at the office. i was tickling you and snuggling with you at my desk when i felt the cool stickiness oozing through your shorts. then the smell. i practically threw you in the floor when i realized that it was on me, too. it's one thing, jovie, if you want to poo on yourself, but don't drag me into this....

as i was trying to get you cleaned up and into dry panties so i could take you home and get us changed, my brand new belt snapped in half and landed in your poo.


how am i going to finally suck it up and spend good money on a quality belt only to have it explode on me while i was cleaning up YOUR explosion?! it was clearly as defective as your colon, and i wanted to exchange it TODAY.

THEN. at the mall where i took you after getting clean clothes, my shoes started to rub blisters on about 4 places on my feet. i hadn't intended on walking much today. i don't plan properly in some situations. so i had no socks on. and i haven't worn these boots since before i got pregnant with you. oh well. 1 poo bomb, a new belt, and 4 blisters isn't SO bad, right?

but THEN. as i was driving us home, my blood sugar began to drop. which is fun. i get very shaky and confused when that happens, so i needed to eat fairly quickly. to add insult to injury, you were about to be hungry too, and while i just get shaky, you get EVIL when you are hungry. crying and whatnot like i haven't fed you 6 days.....

man, you and i are a fussy lot.

so. i decided that best thing for me to do was to get a sandwich stuffed into me while i was driving so that i could get you home and fed and we could just relax. i pulled over to a KFC to grab a sandwich in the drive thru. after i paid for the sandwich, the girl at the window told me that the sandwich still had 5 minutes until it was ready.  it would have been convenient for her to update me on that BEFORE I paid, but....what's five minutes? so i pulled to the front of the building to wait.

::cute hungry baby::

you start squalling.
my feet are KILLING me.
there is still poo-covered clothing in the seat next to me smelling PUTRID (i forgot to take them inside the house before the mall trip...and they have been basically cooking in my car in the 106 degree summer heat for the past hour)
my body is shaky.
i have to pee.
you probably have to pee, too, but you get to wear diapers (lucky)

and together. with all of our ailments....we wait. and wait.and wait. and....
seriously? it's been 15 minutes!

because i am fitful and lazy and my feet hurt and you are loud and heavy and it's hot....i didn't want to go inside to ask for either my meal, something different, or my money back, so i drove back around the building to re-order it. :)

when i got to the intercom....i asked the lady if the sandwich was ready yet and she seemed a little embarrassed when she informed me that it was ready. (and had been).

so. i got the sandwich. got you home. fed you. fed me. fed the dogs. started the laundry to clean your dirties from earlier and....wait....what's that i feel on you?

another leak.
all over your clean clothes.
so i just dumped you into the bathtub, scrubbed you down, started the laundry over again. realized the poo was on your highchair....took the cover off of that to start laundry AGAIN again...realized it was all over me....ripped my outfit off to start laundry AGAIN again again.

and while i was cleaning poo off of the kitchen, the bathroom, your bedroom wall (?) you slept soundly.

this is the point when it hit me:  my life is a series of cleaning up messes. and i wanted to run away. so. NATURALLY....when someone has a bad day and their feet hurt. and their feeling a little icky and they are tired....i wanted to go to the gym. i mean...doesn't it make sense? you have had the cha-cha all day and my blood sugar plummeted giving me a headache. i have blisters on my feet....why WOULDN"T i want to introduce you to a gym's daycare for the very first time on a day like this?

i don't understand my own logic. i don't ask you to understand it either....

when you woke up, i got all festive about it and dressed you in a Dr. Suess leotard, complete with leg warmers and sneakers to take you to the gym where you almost IMMEDIATELY freaked out when i handed you to a stranger. but i just KNEW it would be fun for you. other kids. toys. loud noises. what's not to love? and while i was running in place upstairs i had visions of you meeting other kids and making friends. learning how to talk. learning how to dance. getting your heart rate up while you played in the little gym, etc. what a great mom i am!!!! what a wonderful way for me to help your day improve!!!!

"krista springstead, please come to the kids-zone"

my day dreams of you excelling in sports and dance was demolished by the loudspeaker. and as i climbed off of my elliptical machine, those daydreams were replaced with nightmarish visions:

everyone in the building stopped what they were doing.
the radio stopped playing music.
no one said a word.
i just KNEW you had another mess to clean up.
i could just SMELL it.
i could just SEE it in my mind's eye all over the daycare worker.
everyone started throwing rocks at me.
calling me a bad mother.
pointing fingers.
blaming me.

like i blame my mother for everything that goes wrong. because she didn't warn me about days like this.

just like you will blame me for everything bad in your life.

it's all my fault.

and i take full responsibility every single time that you say

"momma said there'd be days like this."


  1. Oh pooh!!! Or more like, Oh POOP!!!

    I wish I could say it gets better, but, hey, you never know. Miracles can happen!

  2. you give me so much to look forward to! :)