A day in the life of mommy epic fails

A day in the life of mommy epic fails

There are a lot of times in new motherhood that I am completely in awe at how fast the days go by and that I manage to come out of it alive! And the fact that things and situations that I didn't really think about before, or didn't have patience for, are now happening to me. 

One of those things is being that mom who needs the changing table in the one-stall bathroom. I have definitely been that person on the other side of that bathroom impatiently wondering why it is taking so long. Now I'm the woman on the inside. I recently found myself saying out loud towards the door at the person waiting on the other side, "It's going to be a while. I'm changing a baby!" Also? Why did the changing table NOT have liners? Just bags for the poopy diaper. Luckily I always keep a liner with me. But this was the mother of all days where that was the most prepared thing I had...

Set up to fail

I always keep an extra outfit for emergencies. This time around I had removed it a week prior so that I could throw it in the wash because something spilled on it. On this epic fail day I'm waxing poetic about in this blog I even kept telling myself I needed to replace that outfit in addition to repeating over and over in my head that I needed to grab a bottle. Rushing out the door I forgot both but I didn't realize that until I was well on my way to the pet store with my friend to get my dog groomed. Not long after arriving I smelled something. Of course being that it was a hopping day of dogs roaming about the store I was sure it was one of them. Nope. My kid. In her new pretty, but very thin summer onesie. I kept feeling something wet on her back but thought it was sweat. Nope.....

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So there we are in the one-stall bathroom. I took off her messy onesie and put it in one of those bags I mentioned before, cleaned her up with the last few baby wipes I had (yea, forgot those too), put on a new diaper, and attempted to wash my hands the best I could on my way out. I walked out the door with my only-wearing-a-diaper baby and started my trek to Target next door. Because she hates her carseat, I didn't want to put her back in it and I ALSO forgot the stroller as well as our ErgoBaby carrier. This girl isn't light anymore and the baby department was in the back of the store. I had my share of judgmental looks. Oh and after I got her an outfit, I began rummaging through the baby food because we were an hour away from home and I didn't have that dang bottle. And did I mention I didn't get a cart because I was worried about germs and didn't get a basket because I really didn't have a third hand? My friend was still at the pet store with my dog, waiting for the groomer. At the Target guest service checkout I asked for scissors to cut off the tags and dressed her right there. Didn't care. 

It's all good/moral of the story

Yes, we survived. But I was sweaty by the end of it. Especially because it's hot as Hades in North Texas! By the time we got her now fussy/hangry self in the car (she was having a lot of fun with the situation up until that point), we decided to head to a coffee shop to cool off and give her some of the baby food I bought. One thing I didn't forget was a water bottle at least and I gave her sips from it. However she knocked it over and water ended up all over the floor but hey, she had on a new outfit and I got to rest a minute. 

I'm one of those people that don't get to make a mistake without it going poorly at dramatic proportions. And in motherhood, it's almost comical. I am a lot more prepared now and talking about it on social media actually brought some great ideas on how to be even more prepared in the future. Even though we really can kick ourselves as moms (we are expected to overcome a lot and come out smiling), we absolutely have a knack for just getting things figured out in a pinch. Gotta give yourself credit wherever you can and keep on being badass superheroes. 

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