Banana Bread and Blow Outs

Ya know those short pockets of time in your day where everything is complete chaos and you have to make a thousand small decisions and by the time it’s over you’ve used all of your energy for the day and are ready to jump in bed for the night?

I was making banana bread downstairs and had to watch the loaves closely because I hadn’t set a timer. I had both girls in bumbos on the counter and picked up Kate to put her in the walker on the ground. I quickly discovered she needed a diaper change stat (didn’t even need to see the poop leaking out of her diaper, you can smell that girl from a mile away) and I knew I had to go fast because the bread would be done in just a few minutes. But then I looked at Olivia and knew I couldn’t trust her on the counter in her bumbo all alone because she’s sneaky and can practically bend her way out of them. So I’m holding Kate in a manner where I don’t get poop on my shirt and have to use my other arm to get Liv out of her bumbo. Not easy, but successfully got her out without pulling her arm out of her socket. I went up two flights of stairs as fast as you can while holding two babies and I put Olivia on the floor in the playroom with some toys while I changed Kate’s diaper on the floor in the nursery. It’s basically choosing between breathing and passing out at this point. I finish and put Kate next to Olivia (they babysit each other, naturally) and ran back downstairs to pull the bread out of the oven just in time. I came back upstairs and the whole nursery smelled like poop because, once again, daaaang that Kate is a stinky girl. I hurry and make bottles because it’s lunch time and run in to check on the girls, who aren’t as fussy as I thought they’d be. Kate is sucking on Liv’s head and Liv is sucking her thumb. Typical story. They’re such good little girls.

This life is a beautiful one. Am I right?