Day 3,306

The Tiny Taz

Woke up to a reasonably normal morning—with the kids bouncing down the tumble track (while fighting) in the long hallway. 

I should’ve known this was a bad omen regarding her for the day. That is NOT dog poop. 

While we were eating breakfast—with my back turned away from Molly as I was conversing with Bearett—I heard Bitsy’s dog collar sounding strange. I turned around I kid you not, Molly was standing there with her diaper off and the dog was hovered over what appeared to be poop AND EATING IT. I screamed. Oh, I screamed. I shouted and screamed and hollered and yelled. The dog stopped eating the poop thankfully, but I probably didn’t do my shocked one year old any favors. Alone because Adam was still at the gym, I drug our dog to her crate while she munched on tiny corn chunks (oh my gosh), yelling at Molly not to move while simultaneously hollering at Bearett to grab some toilet paper. With Bitsy caged, I grabbed Molly—poop all over her legs—and washed her down, and replaced the diaper she took off before doing her deed on the floor. Meanwhile, Bearett is standing over the poop, waving the toilet paper above it like some sort of flag, nearly flicking it everywhere. Oh. My. Word. I don’t even have words. 

Thankfully, redemption was only an hour away in the form of our church’s first day of co-op! Having never hosting one nor been apart of one, we’re not quite sure how it’s going to work yet, but we’re excited to begin something weekly where all the babes are able to learn alongside their friends!!

By nighttime though, the fight was on. This tiny Tasmanian managed to push every possible one of Mom’s buttons... all the way until TWO IN THE MORNING. It was pure insanity. She refused to sleep and literally scream cried for at least two of the five hours she was supposed to be sleeping. Not quite sure what’s going on with this one, but we’re exhausted and ready for her to pass whatever it is that’s got hold of her. Hoping it’s teeth coming in that have her uncomfortable, but we can’t tell and she has zero symptoms. Aye. Motherhood is such a blessing and truly, aside from my salvation and my marriage, it’s the greatest grace God’s shown me  However, sometimes it’s one tough job. And yesterday, it in fact, was.