The "Issues" I Face

These days, especially this week for some reason, I am dealing with some very base issues. Based on my week, I should change my pen name to the Princess of Poop.

First there are Maggie's samples. As part of Maggie's screening tests, two samples must be gathered on three different days . Do you know how hard it is to gather samples from a diaper with a 14 month old trying to help? Scooping and trying to get the scoop in this little vial and fill the vial to a certain line without getting it on yourself, the counter or the child, who really wants to see, is an excercise for only the steadiest hands. Thank goodness Maggie wears a diaper. Otherwise, I don't know how this task could be done. I am two thirds of the way through my "sampling" and have tomorrow to go. There better be a really good reason why one sample would not suffice and believe me, I will be asking the doctor next time I see him.

Then, there is La Nina's contribution to my week. She had a bad day the other day. She slept too long and had an accident during her nap. I had to strip the bed and get laundry started, so I just tossed some sweats on her skipping the panties since we were going to get in the tub in a couple of hours. Why is it whenever Mom's get confident the kids get a little too comfortable and disaster strikes? Well, La Nina had a second episode in one day, a very rare event, to say the least. In her defense, she was trying to get to the bathroom and was asking for my help. I was home alone and in the middle of feeding Maggie. As you know, you can't leave the baby eating alone . So, I had to stop dinner and grab Maggie before I could help La Nina. By the time I arrived, she was standing in the bathroom with a stricken look on her face. Let me tell you, I was the one with a stricken look when I figured out the magnitude of the problem. So, I am trying to clean La Nina, the sweats, the bathroom and keep Maggie and La Nina from touching or spreading the mess. Did I mention Dad was out that night? Everyone lost their appetite by the time we were done in the bathroom. I think I saved the sweats, but ick...Thank goodness it was bath night.

What has happened to my life? I used to resolve "issues" at work and now I sample and clean "issues" at home. The fact I would even write about this shows you just how sad the whole mess is. Let's just hope next week is a little less base.