What being a mom is all about...

So I have been blogging on myspace for years. But I rarely log on anymore and I have moved my blog over to this site. For nostalgia's sake this morning I was going through some of the old entries. I have to hand it to myself, being a single mom of a toddler, working full time and going to school full time-- it's a wonder I survived. It was a humourous to go through all of the old entried where I am despairing over him teething or ear infections. Those days are long gone. As unbearable as they seemed at the time, they really were over in a blink of an eye. Anyways, here are a few of my favorite entries that I felt like I should transfer over: For a while I went through a haiku phase with Isaac. Here's a sample: Yet another night Staring at me from the door Get back in bed Crib-- how I miss you! Lovingly caged him each night while I did homework And this one, I think one of my most memorable moments ever as a mother. I think Isaac was a young two at this point. May 27, 2006 Worst 20 mins of my life *warning-- TMI-- seriously, if you don't want to read about bodily fluids, stop reading* I guess this is what being a mother is all about. Isaac threw up last night. I didn't think much of it honestly. Today he was clingy, tired and not quite himself. I was working from 9-3 and Isaac was spending the day at his father's-- I would pick him up after work. His father reported to me that he had a long nap, and ate a little lunch, so I took him ahead to the birthday party of a coworker's daughter. It was at Chuck E Cheese and, I was looking forward to it, despite the noisy location. I decided to take Isaac to the party and leave if it seemed to be too much for him or whatever. I wanted to chat with everyone, honestly. We enter. I say hello to my friends. Almost immediately a horrible smell wafts up to us emanating from my son. I excuse myself, grab the diaper bag, change him on one of those awkward fold down things in the bathroom of Chuck E Cheese. He clearly still had a touch of a tummy bug, as the contents of the diaper had the consistency of water. (I warned you ahead about TMI, so don't get grossed out on me now). I change him into the one diaper I have in the bag and we return to the party area. I chit chat for about 5 minutes when I smell it again. A quick diaper check reveals more of the same as before. I am out of diapers. Someone points out a CVS right across the street. I drag the diaper bag and Isaac back to the car, sweating profusely at my forehead chest and underarms, as it has become very hot and humid today. I grab my purse, go around and lift Isaac out and see a smear of liquid poop on the back of the carseat. I realize that on the ride over, the situation has escalated to a fullblown poop blowout and he has the contents of his diaper halfway up his back and soaking through his shorts and shirt.I am repulsed clearly. I have some paper towels in my car and try to clean up the carseat and my child as best I can. I have an extra outfit in the diaper bag, so I plan to buy some wipes, come back and get him cleaned up properly. I walk towards the CVS, and deposit all of the soiled paper towels in the trashcan and think to myself about the disgusting things you have to do when you are a mom. I located the diaper aisle, grab a pack, and start to look around for the wipes. All of a sudden Isaac lets out a sort of a rumbling belch. He coughs a few times and I see the vomit in his mouth. He tries to swallow it down and for a brief moment I think it has passed. Then he opens up his mouth and SPEWS forth vomit everywhere. I thought he was done more than once, but he just paused and then would let out another cough and another great. foul river would come pouring out. I am now covered in puke (my pants, shirt, neck, most of my one arm) and he is also covered in a layer of puke, on top of his layer of poop. The pack of diapers I am holding in my hand is now covered in puke, and there are drops of puke all around me in the aisle (although not too much. My front and pants took most of the impact of the deluge). I grab a second pack of diapers, and still holding the pukey pack and with Isaac on my hip begin to wander around trying to locate a bathroom. I don't see one. I approach the pharmacist to ask her for one. She says I can use the bathroom that is usually reserved for staff only. All of the patrons at the store are staring at me, clearly horrified. This is when I look down and realize that the force of him puking must have sent a great jolt of pressure out his other end, because liquid poo is now dripping down his legs, and down my arm and pooling up by my hand. It was all I could do not to burst into tears.So I take him into the bathroom. The girl who lets me in tells me I can leave the pukey diaper pack in the back room. I strip Isaac down, rinse out his top and shorts in the sink. I take off his diaper. He is covered in poo from basically his armpits to his ankles. I just put him in the sink and rinse him off under the faucet, and put a clean diaper on him.There was some clorox on a shelf in the bathroom and I used that to clean the sink out. Then I tied up the trashliner (because the diaper I left in it smelled horrendous as you can imagine) and I put his soiled clothes in another trashliner. Lastly, I washed my hands, and although I was still covered in puke and poop, I managed to leave and pay for the opened package of diapers with as much dignity as possible. I can only imagine how I looked covered in puke, wreaking of poop, and holding a child on my hip who was now wearing only a diaper, and a holding trashliner full of soiled clothes. As I am pondering how I became a human toilet, to add insult to injury Isaac grabs a huge fistful of the shoulder of my shirt, and procedes to blow his nose into it. And that my friends, was the worst 20 minutes of my life. =)