A day in the life of a breastfeeding, cosleeping, homemaking mother of two.
She wakes to a head butt, her day has begun; hopes coffee is brewing, she's forgotten again.
Change diaper, change pull-up, start oatmeal for him; breastfeeding while cooking, she's at it again.
Change diaper, fill milk cup; "Here honey, your spoon."
Blows oatmeal, spills milk cup; "Hope nap time comes soon!"
Mascara is sticky, when stuck to his face, his look in the picture just can't be replaced.
Her makeup is flawless despite his attempt; the price, a stubbed toe, on the step stool he tipped.
"No Sweety, not yours," a fit then insues; have patience, breathe deeply, watch out for that shoe.
Throws himself down, bonk goes his sweet head; she kisses his boo boo, "Let's play cars instead!"
The dishes will keep and the laundry can wait; she knows if they play he won't stay up too late.
"Outside!" He requests, and he runs to the door, "Wait Baby, your shoes, over there on the floor."
The baby starts crying, think she's pooped again; change diaper, pop boob out, she's at it again.
So outside they go, he runs off in a flash; dog trailing behind him, then she hears a splash.
Dog bowl, he dumped over, all over his shoes; just breathe mom, he's happy, like messes are news...
The sand box, left open, his target for sure; her eyes roll, his aim's true, what's one more mess more?
She settles the baby, her lap, perfect bed; baby cries, she moves baby, her shoulder instead.
Remembers her coffee, grabs his snacks as well; "Here Baby, your cracker. Not that one, it fell!"
His shoes are all muddy, thank God that is all; "Here Baby, come inside, be careful, don't fall!"
She changes his clothes, settles him down for bed; baby cries, he's awake now, changes diapers instead.
His eyes ringed in redness, her temper flared up; "No Mommy, not tired!" "Here Sweety, your cup."
His tummy, all full now, she rocks him to sleep; baby cries, let's skedaddle, hope his sleep is deep!
Her break time draws near now, sips coffee, it's cold; "To your bed, dog!" at least someone does as they're told.
Baby bouncer, a blessing, and her work day begins; reheat coffee, babe cries, pop a boob out again.
The kids are asleep now, the silence is deafening; she puts some good tunes on, her stresses are lessening.
Her mood quite improved and her courage restored, she sips at her coffee, sees a mess by the door.
Washing dishes is soothing, methodic and slow; her thoughts start to wander, "Is there time for my show?"
Realizes she's starving, makes her lunch on the fly; a sandwich again then, third bite, baby cries.
Sweet baby is lonely, she snuggles her close, takes a bite of her sandwich, crumb falls, baby's nose.
Nap time goes by quickly, and then he's awake; there is poop on his back, how much more can she take?
She gets him cleaned up, dressed & fed at the table; cleanes while he's confined there, and she is still able.
Her day goes by quickly, chaotic and crazy; one kiss from that boy & it's all worth it baby!
The clock by the door says their daddy's home soon; cooks supper, smells yummy, and the boy licks the spoon.
Everyone's eaten, he helps her clean up; then bath time, pile up now, "Can you turn that up?"
Boy's eyes are all droopy, he's fighting it hard; he'll snuggle one second, then hit mom with his cars.
Baby is fed & tucked under mom's arm, daddy wrangles the boy, makes it not look so hard.
The kids are asleep now, the moment divine; those faces, the beauty, "Can't believe they are mine!"
His hand finds her shoulder, so warm, makes her heart swell; "I so love our family," he says, all is well.