I got down so low

Some of you were probably speculating as to why I haven't been writing lately. I'm sure you think "oh she just had a baby", or "she's on summer vacation". But no, it's not either of those things. Yesterday when I got out of bed, I noticed a tiny little spot of what can only be described as baby poo juice on my sheets. Charlie's diaper had leaked a little while he was nursing before we got up. By the time I noticed it, it was dry, and really only the size of a quarter. You see where this is going right? I stood there, about to pull the covers over it thinking, "it's not really poop, it's just the poop juice, which is sort of like pee really, and that is STERILE, and he's only a baby, and it IS dry, and oh I'm so tired."


I just feel that a person who has slid so low as to consider sleeping in her baby's poop, really shouldn't be writing about much of anything. I should be seeking help. So... As soon as I'm able to master paying all the bills, feeding my family, and conquering the nightly poop/sleep/laundry battle, I'll be back. Did I mention I go back to work next week? 


Lord give me strength.