the vocation of motherhood

there are definitely days when i look up to Heaven and think, "God, why on EARTH would you ever call me to the vocation of motherhood. I don't want to deal with baby poop, wet diapers, and spilled milk. I want to watch movies, read good books, and hang out with my husband."

this is mostly spewing from the last 24 hours, which have been entirely stressful and miserable... and still, nonetheless, humorous.

to sum it up:
1. my brother-in-law, Nick, is in the hospital. the whole family is in "chaos" mode - the parents are out, the kids are wild, and we are attempting to maintain order.
2. grace did not take her afternoon nap.
3. i discovered what i believed to have been "squeezed out" of grace's poopy/peey diaper.. in the basin under her excersaucer... this is what happens when you don't change the baby's diaper before you put them in it. kaboom + clorox = cleaned excersaucer, mommy headache.
4. my husband is, on rare occasion, a complete idiot.
5. exhaustion.
6. i threw up dinner. chunkies. out my nose. seriously? what a nice way to end the day.

that was yesterday.

today, thus far:
1. grace's disposable diaper (this is why i prefer cloth diapers, and i really need to buy some extra-soaker inserts so i can go back to them...) EXPLODED the crystal matter... on the crib... on the floor... on her. that was the start of my day.
2. she dumped her bottle in her carseat.
3. i left the diaper bag so there was no extra clothes for her in the car.
4. poopy, FULL diaper, without the diaper bag... i took the diaper off, cleaned her with tissues, and prayed she would not pee on the drive home.
5. that was a stupid hope.. i'm home, have disassembled the carseat and it's in the wash, and re-dressed the baby

the vocation of motherhood is a humorous, miserable, topsy-turvy-always-trust-your-instinct-and-never-hope-your-baby-will-do-the-thing-you-want-or-you'll-have-a-mess-on-hand life.

but i do love it.

i just wonder "why...God...why?"

doctors appointment at 1:30 today.

until next time..!