This Is My Life

Here's a peak into my life for an hour today.

I work from home on Wednesday mornings, which can really be a handful. I had put Murray down for a nap and continued working as long as I could. Thirty minutes before I had to leave for work, he woke up. I put some left-over veggie soup on the stove to heat up while I nursed Murray in the other room. Trudy comes in shortly, whining. I tell her to lay down so she'd quit, thinking she just wanted to go outside. She starts to fall asleep on the floor by my feet. I finish feeding Murray, burp him and turn him around. At this moment, Murray projectile pukes right on Trudy's back. Like a lot. Like enough to make an audible "splash" noise. Trudy, wakes up confused. I wipe off her back with a burp cloth.

At this point the smoke alarms start going off. Oh yeah, the soup. There wasn't much in the pot and it has burnt to complete char. That's what Trudy was whining about. Murray screams. I open windows, turn on fans, but it does nothing. The smoke alarms go off. Murray quits crying. I gather his things to take him across the street to the Buhler household (where he goes for a couple hours until Adam gets home on Wednesdays). We both smell horrible, like the worse burnt popcorn smell you can imagine. I'm late and it doesn't matter. I apologize to Adam Buhler for bringing a baby over that smells burnt.

So I get to work. I set up my laptop, do a few things, and eventually go to the bathroom (since I never seem to do this at home while watching Murray). I go to wash my hands only to see that my shirt is completely open, unbuttoned halfway down. I had forgotten, in all the chaos at home, to button my shirt up. I was wearing a scarf with my shirt... but still!

This is almost as bad as the time I went through a whole day at work with leaves in my hair. Yes, leaves and no, no one told me. (That's a story for another day).

All this in an hour. It could have literally been a sitcom.

This is my life.