Laugh at stuff, it makes it more funny.

Last week was seriously difficult.

Chad and I have gotten pretty good at juggling school and work, and ever since I've been out of school and focusing on the office, things have gone even smoother...until this semester. Chads taking 18 credits and completely slammed with study groups and tests all the time! We are only in out 4 week of the semester and I already can't wait for it to be over. This last week, I saw my husband less than I've ever seen him, and when he was home, he was completely exhausted (can you blame him).

The hardest part about the last few weeks has been the unpredictability of his schedule. Normally he would be able to tell me when he'd be home for lunch or I could look at his school schedule hanging on the fridge and know the next time I'd see him. But the last few weeks, he leaves before I wake up and I stay up late, waiting for him to come him. I get days like that...but weeks?!I just need to know when he'll be home to watch Liam for 20 minutes so i can take a shower. Or when/if i should have dinner ready for him, or where he'll be in case of an emergency.

I hate this semester. BUT I'm also a little proud of us. We struggled at the beginning but we're getting good at cheering each other on. We've come to a mutual understanding that this is hard on both of us and that the little victories need to be celebrated.

Also, this isn't permanent. I think I say that every morning in the mirror as I comb through my unshowered hair and briefly ignore the screaming baby and blaring office phone. This is but a short season. And i can do it! I'm getting better at it each day.

Yesterday was a wonderful. Chad and I both had insanely busy days, he was at school for most of the day (despite the fact that it was a Thursday so it was supposed to be a less busy school day), and I had a couple tours to do, a few contracts to get signed and a meeting with our website designer to work out some glitches. Liam was jealous of our active agendas so he decided to be a busybody too, so busy that he couldnt keep any of his food down. He wasn't sick, just moving so much that none of his food would settle. He puked on my twice before office hours and exploded through his pants a few times...just for good measure.

I was going a little crazy but I could tell, Liam just wanted to play, he had been in his car seat and in his bouncer, patiently waiting for mom to be done with work. I decided to take him out and hold him/play with him for the last hour of the office. We had a couple coming in to sign a contract and ask questions about the complex and since Liam loves people so much, I thought it would be a good opportunity to let him sit on my lap and flirt with the incoming tenants.

No one sells a contract faster than this face.

So we're sitting and talking and we're about 2 pages into our 21 page contract when it happens. Liam, out of nowhere, leans forward and throws up what seemed like a gallon worth of veggie-o's and milk all over my lap. Nothing touched him I might add. just a little dribble on his chin.

The couple at the desk didn't see it happen so to them it looked like just a little spit up on his face because they couldn't see my soaked lap and pastey dripping legs.

I was at a cross road. I could stand up, take my perfectly clean baby to the bathroom and have him sit on the floor or more likely, get into the toilet while i make a hopeless effort at cleaning my completely drench legs and shoes...or....I sit there and pretend that it really was just a tiny bit of spit up like they presumed and get through the signing before the smell permiated me perminatley.

I chose option B out of fear that if they saw what really happened, I would have 2 more peoples puke all over me.

It was an unforgettable hour.  A small part of me was thinking "yeah, this makes sense, your having a crazy day so lets kick it up a notch. You should be mad" but an even larger part of me wished I knew this couple better so I could burst out laughing and tell them about my mothering day of horror.

We got home that night and I changed into something much dryer and less smelly and got Liam ready for bed. We wrestled on the floor and snuggled on the couch until he buried his head into my chest and let me rock him to sleep. When Chad finally got home from his study group at 8:30, he asked how my day went and I answered "Great! how was yours"

wha?

 Its amazing how a little quality time with my son can make me forget all the craziness and stress. Chad and I spent the evening watching my favorite show, eating dinner and talking about our days.

Its rough sometimes but my family is so perfect for me. I mean seriously, Liam can puke all over me and still, all I remember is crawling around the front room with him and bouncing to out favorite songs. Chad can be gone all day but all I remember is the sweet text he sent me and his desperate attempts at using emojis. we've got a less than desirable schedule right now but we're hangin in there and laughing at the hard stuff.