Mommy Brain. It's a thing.

Thoughts from a day with the little man:

*Wake up, eyes fly open*

"Oh no, did I oversleep?? Is Andrew awake? How long has he been awake??..... Oh, he's still quiet. Okay."

*Shut eyes.....5 seconds later open eyes*

"Wait, why is he still quiet? Is he okay? I'm sure he is. He's probably just still asleep. But what if he's not?? Oh my gosh, calm down. I'm sure he's fine, just get a few more minutes rest."

*Shut eyes.... 5 seconds later they fly open again*

"Nope, I need to go check."

*After the above, go into munchkin's room and open the door to see his huge smile and excited noises*

"Awww, he's such a cutie! I love when he's so happy in the morning. Maybe he'll be really good today and we can go to the park and play with puzzles together and..."

*...Mid-thought as I am lowering him to the changing pad on the floor he begins flailing, throwing his head back, and upon setting him down begins kicking his legs and throwing his arms all over the place.*

"Oh. It's going to be one of THOSE days. *deep breath* Okay, I can do this."

*During lunch, he's halfway through his food and is starting to fall asleep while chewing*

"Awww, he's so sleepy. That's adorable. He's going to nap so well after this! Oh no... buddy, PLEASE FINISH CHEWING before you pass out!!!"

*Immediately after lunch, wiping off with a warm cloth and a pretty easy/ happy diaper change, I begin his nap routine of turning on the fan, letting him turn on the music, etc. He flings himself into the crib*

"Haha! I knew he'd be happy about this. He's so happy to be tucked in and --"

*Starts trying to flip over and stand up with a new burst of energy*

"-- uh oh, I spoke too soon. Here just let me - No just lay - stay on your back buddy - oh my gosh, fine! I am going to tuck him in tight and RUN."

*After a while of crying or babbling, throwing stuff around, etc., he finally makes a few sleepy moans and passes out*
"Oh thank God. Now I can nap, too!"

*During playtime shortly before bed, peacefully watching him play with his trains and bus on the table when he turns slightly and is examining something on his finger. His hand starts moving to his mouth... run full out over to him*

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, WHAT did you put in your mouth?!? Where is it???"

*After pulling him over, holding his arms down and prying open his mouth to search, while he screams and cries in protest, and I can't find anything*

"Okay, okay. He's not choking...."

*Let him up, he runs away and keeps playing. I watch him like a hawk for a while*

"He seems okay. Please let that have just been a stray Puff."

*Putting him in his pajamas right before bed*

"Look at him putting his arms in by himself, and stepping into his pants. What a good boy, he's learning so much. Okay, just brushing his teeth and then it's bedtime."

*Get him into position and bring out the toothbrush. Instant chaos ensues*

"OOOOHHHH MY GOSH. How is he so strong??? Open your mouth, buddy, I'm almost done. Holy moly he can keep his mouth clamped shut. Oh man, am I hurting him? I'm trying so hard to be gentle.... Ugh, I wish I could do this faster. Why does he have to hate this so much?? Okay, done. I'm so sorry buddy, trust me I hate it too. SO MUCH."

*Put him to bed and grab a beer go to bed myself/ retreat to the bedroom for any other work I have left. I'm tired, I'm sore, and I'm mentally exhausted*

Crazy thing? I can't wait to do it all again tomorrow (and maybe even learn things from today to make tomorrow easier!). Ah, motherhood. :)

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