Post-Moodiness

You will be happy to know that I've snapped out of my moodiness.

Phew.

So... you want to know a few insignificant facts about my week?

Daisy puked all over my bedroom carpet the other night. Her timing was impeccable. Zoe was screaming, Nicky was in the bath, and Daisy had just gotten out of the bath and gotten dressed in her bedroom WITH A WOOD FLOOR and walked into my room with a CARPETED FLOOR. Why can't they ever yarf on the floor that was installed for the very purpose of catching yarf?

So I laid the baby on the floor and let her continue screaming, put Daisy back in the bath, and called a neighbor to come help.

The neighbor ran barefoot to my house and held my baby while I cleaned the carpet. And oddly, she asked if she could watch. Yep. My neighbor wanted to watch me wash puke out of my carpet.

Stranger things have happened. But still...

Fortunately, there were only two follow-up episodes, and we have been a vomit-free household for the past 32 hours. You just never know what you're going to get when it comes to throw up. This was one of the better experiences.

Yesterday I had the opportunity to have seven children under the age of eight in my care for approximately an hour and a half. Ages 6-8 were manageable, but the four that were 4 and under were a little rough, especially when I was trying to throw dinner together.

It wasn't a bad experience, but it reaffirmed my commitment to NOT have seven children.

On a related note, did you hear that mothers of three are more stressed out than mothers of four or more?

Amen to that.

I'm completely nuts right now, and I have this habit of thinking things like, "I can't handle my three kids. How does [insert name of friend with more children] handle [insert larger number of children]?"

But now it's official. Three is an all-around difficult number. Maybe I won't always be this crazy psychopath of a woman!

Maybe.