So yesterday, Joe couldn't get Zbear to take her nap until after 2pm...and he chose not to wake her up after I left for work...so she woke up at midnight...spent the rest of the night keeping Daddy awake and crabby, and waited for me to get home (late...thanks Nurse who relieved me....) *insert sarcasm*.
She was all excited for her ba-ba...She even said "Ba-ba!" then ran to the door of our room, waiting for her glorious bottle of soy-formula goodness. Well, it's 45 min later, she is not asleep yet. I think I need to get the book "Go the F*ck To Sleep". I mentioned it to Joe, he has not heard of it yet. ?!?!? But he thought it was funny.
Meanwhile, just minuets before I got home, Bub had a coprogenic moment...and I walked in to short-patient daddy cleaning poo off the floor. What a great way to start Friday... Bub's in the tub cleaning up. a short litany of unmentionable oaths streaming from near the floor of Bub's room, and a screamy baby attacking my knee regions.
Oddly, this makes me think of something my wise friend Jon Carlson said to me once when I was 17, and I didn't believe him then...But I TOTALLY get it now...
He said marriages don't last based on love. Commitment makes it last. At the time, in my HS angst, I thought he was a heartless bastard, and way too jaded being only 19. However...Love does not make it thru poop filled floors, and diapers for 6 years (not fun), and occasional puddles of urine decorating our child's floor, not to mention the infrequent poop murals on the wall. If all we had was love, we'd be one the the statistic of divorced parents of special needs kids. Thankfully we have love and commitment. I used to tell Joe "tough, you're stuck with me" long before Bub came along...I'm glad Joe agrees that I'm stuck with him too.
I love my honey, even when he's washed his hands 3 times and tells me they still smell like poo.