Seasoned Mom vs 1st Time Mom

A first time mom would have a change of clothes in the diaper bag - and maybe even an extra shirt for herself.
A seasoned mom would roll with the punches of the day without hesitation.

A first time mom would panic a little.
A seasoned mom would laugh it off.


Today we had a busy morning. When we got to MDO to pick up Anna Grace I had a hunch it might be time for a diaper change for Caleb. I was prepared for that - having the rare forethought to grab the diaper bag before leaving the house earlier. I thought my arm felt a little damp as I headed to one of the little people rooms with a changing pad. When I laid him down I realized it was time for some action and quick. As I thought through a plan of action and what I had in the diaper bag I realized I was not really prepared for a blow-out. Even if I had a change of clothes in the bag for him it would have been a onsie and that would not have been appropriate for the cool weather.

So I changed his diaper and put his clothes back on him. His clothes weren't so bad. But for some reason the arm of my shirt was green - it was a green shirt to start with thankfully but the two arms were now different shades of green.

No big deal I thought. I can live with this for a few minutes. We raced off to get Anna Grace and head to the grocery store - all 4 of us - yet as I walked back down the hall my arm no longer felt damp; it now felt full out wet. I laughed with a friend commenting that "green was in thankfully" and was off to load the car and go to the store.

Yet when I put him back in his seat and looked down at my arm I realized somehow it was now unbearable. Well it would not have been but I had to go to the store remember. So again I thought what can I do?

I strapped all three into their seats and ran back inside. This time I asked the teachers if I could borrow the restroom. When they saw my arm, they asked if I needed anything. Not to worry, I had a plan. This morning God providentially had me throw on 2 shirts instead of a jacket. I took the long sleeve off leaving the short sleeve with very little and very discreet poop on.

We headed to the store. I managed to buy a week's worth of groceries in about 20 minutes - probably because I was freezing in my summer shirt and no jacket. We came back home; changed Caleb's clothes and tucked everyone in for their nap/rest time.

I really wanted to start cooking dinner - Neal's dad is coming since he is solo this week - so I would have time to straighten up the house. I just could not shake the disgusting feeling I had not only on my arm but really all over. It seems that the baby wipe bath I took on my arms while in the car waiting my turn to pull out of the school parking lot and a new clean shirt was not enough. I decided a shower was in order.

So where does that leave me? Blogging instead of cooking and cleaning. No extra clothes in the diaper bag like a FTM yet not able to roll though the day with a disinfected arm. No panic at any point and originally laughing at the situation yet not able to keep the light-hearted feelings and insisting on a shower. I guess I am not a FTM or a seasoned mom; I am somewhere in the middle and considering the day and it's circumstances I am okay with that.