The Poop in My Life

Well, around 6am this morning I went to grab Baby S out of her crib and stepped in a pile of dog poop.

This is the end of my "discussion" of whether to start caging the dog again. I am digging out the cage and she will now be sleeping in it, and in there when we're out of the house. We are looking at carpeting the living room soon, with some nice carpet. And I cannot fathom doing it until we get 30 days of no accidents from our 2 year old crazy pomeranian.

It is a funny time in my life, I'd say, where there is a lot of poop. Trying to keep up with the dog housetraining is enough, but there's now the baby, her diapers, her changings, learning how to use a diaper genie, making sure the trash gets out, etc. I have had several experiences now of wiping poop off of my favorite shirts, the car seat, blankets, and other exciting places.

If you can't guess, this is not the best part of being a mom.

I am exhausted, but it feels like a good exhausted. My schedule now involves all the baby care-taking but with a few hours of work every day, and that new addition, while good in many ways, is so tiring! I fell asleep on the couch last night while sitting with hubby, and slept for an hour, before waking up, disoriented. It hurt to wake up today. The good news is that Baby S is sleeping well at night...better all the time....but the bad news is that it seems to just fall slightly short of my actual sleep needs.

Good news and bad news arrived in the last 12 hours. The good news is that hubby's raise, delayed by "economy" is now being put through. While not huge, it is certainly helpful! The bad news is that his car was hit by a woman running a stopsign this morning. Since she ran the stop sign, it should be simple....but his car was dented (she ran into the door) and I have learned with fender-benders, sometimes you don't know what will happen with the other person (and their insurance). Plus, he really likes that car.

I had a good day yesterday, with some good time spent with other moms. I need to "own" this identity a little more--6 months into it, and sometimes I feel more like I just get to spend all my time with this fun baby, rather than actually feel like I'm a mother. I wonder when that point comes--where you own that identity. I suppose I'm in no rush, I just sometimes feel like I'm making it up :)