Laugh or Cry

Yesterday was aweful. Just aweful. I had started to blog about it, but then I decided that it was over with and I didn't want to complain about it anymore. My day got better once we all went to the gym for some alone time. Mr. Sloth on the machines, Demand at the playground, and me in the pool. Once Demand was in bed for the night I had a nice warm bath with a cup of hot cocoa and spent the rest of the evening watching pointless television.

Today, I decided after Demand went down for her nap today that I would fight stress/bad mood with cleaning. I set the timer for 15 minutes and decided to nothing but attack the kitchen in that time. It's amazing how a clean kitchen can change your mood. (Thanks FLYlady!)

After my 15 minutes were up I had an 80% clean kitchen I then decided to make a fantastic snack of turkey crostinis (ask me about those later). It was a great idea!


So let me walk you through the last twenty minutes of my life. Demand wakes up crying while I'm on the phone. By the time I get off upstairs she's smiling sleepily at the gate. I notice the distinct smell of a dirty diaper but I am surprised since she went right before naptime.

Me: Do you need a new diaper?
D: Yeah, I big poopy.

So as I start to change her diaper she says,

D: I see chocolate.
M: You see chocolate?
D: Yeah, chocolate.
M: (hesitantly) Where?
D: Down there. (points to diaper)

Oh, boy. That could have been so much worse.

Since we'll be home until after dinner, and she had just pooped (twice) I decided to put her in big girl underwear. We get downstairs. I pop in her DVD (she only gets to watch a show if she sleeps) and sit on the couch (Demand is standing next to the couch). Within seconds I hear,

D: I'm all wet.
M: You're all wet?
D Yeah, all wet.

Sure enough she had peed. So I say,

M: Ok, stay here I'll get you new underwear (as I walk away I hear,)
D: And a towel!!

Snort! I'm glad to hear that she was concerned about the carpet. Mr. Sloth is aware of all this happening, and is very content being in his cold office right now. He'd much rather freeze than deal with bodily fluids. I can't say I agree. I hate being cold.

Alright, I have forty-five minutes until we have super healthy frozen pizza for dinner (note the sarcasm) and I have laundry to switch and more to fold, plus I should clean some more of the kitchen before Mr. Sloth gets home.