Blessed vs Hectic

It seems like my days are either extraordinarily hectic, or really calm and reflective. I rarely ever have a good balance of the two. Today, I did.

The day started off relatively calm. Scott let me sleep in until 9am while he got up and got Trinity dressed/fed/ready for school. He carted her off to school as I slept with Mason in our bed. After he gets me up, I wonder into the living room where Madison is sprawled out on the couch, watching cartoons. This is my cue that today is going to be a "lazy" day. No errand running or extensive trips away from home. Yay!

When I say we had a lazy day, we truly had a lazy day. With the exception of me cleaning up the kitchen and doing a few loads of laundry, we did absolutely nothing. It was amazing. Finally, 3pm rolls around. I finally get dressed for the day (I told ya, LAZY- although both kids were dressed, haha) and leave to go get Trinity from school.

As we get to the school, I notice we're a few minutes early. Madison asked if we could go sit on the benches outside the school. Since it was an unseasonably gorgeous day here (67 degrees, can you believe it?! Last year we had snow already!), I agreed. Once we got to the bench, I started to smell something. One look at Mason and I knew exactly what I was smelling (any moms out there can probably guess where my day was going from here). Of course, where is the diaper bag? At home, next to the door. So we gather up Trinity, and head straight home....with the windows down in the car, of course. The entire way home, Trinity swore that she just knew that Mason had a blow out. I told here there was no way, since he hadn't had one in ages.

Since I still needed to go to the grocery store for dinner (did I mention it was a complete lazy day?), I left Mason's carrier in the car while I ran upstairs to change his diaper. I am the queen of diaper changes, so I knew I could be back down in less than 5 minutes.

Then I lifted him out of his carseat.....

His pants were wet. Since I had just changed his diaper before we left the house, I knew it wasn't pee. Way to go Trinity, you're a psychic.

I get upstairs, take off his pants, and discover the most epic diaper explosion I have ever seen in all my life. Up the back, down the leg- it was everywhere. If there was an award for amazing explosions, Mason would've gotten it, hands down. One outfit change, one gagging toddler (evidently Madison found it gross), half a pack of wipes and 15 minutes later, I finally had him all cleaned and changed. 15 minutes for one diaper change. Amazing. I was proud and disgusted all at the same time.

So we head to the store, I grab groceries to make tacos, we head home and start the nightly routine of managing kids, getting Trinity's homework done, and getting dinner cooked, all before Scott gets home, or at least in a decent amount of time.

Finally, Mason goes to bed, the kids start to wind down, and I am left to reflect (during the commercial breaks of Law and Order: SVU).

The whole long, drawn out moral of this story? I am incredibly blessed. It may be gross and inconvenient at times, and I may do things unconventional, but I am still beyond blessed. I wouldn't trade any of it for the world. I feel like I have been in a negative mood lately. Hopefully, remembering how truly blessed I am will help me get out of the funk, or at least put me on the right track!