Four hours! Four hours should be plenty of time to get Jettie, the twins, and myself out of the house to go meet my mother for Mother’s Day. At least it would have been if my morning had went as planned. I had everything perfectly coordinated in my head. I would pump and feed the twins. This would give me 3 hours to shower, get Jettie ready, and get the car packed before they were ready to eat again. I would then pump, bathe them, feed them, and head out.

So I pump and feed the twins all while trying to keep Jettie entertained. She loves to help me feed them, and by help I mean grab a bottle and take off running down the hallway. I get the twins fed and back to sleep, then Jettie and I head to take a quick shower. We finish our shower and as I am getting Jettie dressed I hear Erin’s little voice ring out. I pick her up and rock her to get her back to sleep, but just as I put her down she lets out a scream. So I hold her while I apply my makeup with one hand all while making sure that Jettie isn’t putting foreign objects in the toilet. She likes to tell things bye-bye and watch them disappear as she flushes it. I’m almost finished with my makeup when Timothy begins to cry. I quickly shut all of the doors in the house so that Jettie has limited access and sit down to rock the twins. At this point in time Jettie proceeds to pull every toy out of her toy box and turn over a basket of laundry that I folded earlier that morning (I should have put it up immediately after folding it so I take the blame for that one). She then grabs my cold brew coffee, plops down right in front of me, just far enough to be out of my reach, and drinks it (she knows I am holding both babies and won’t get up to chase her). I get the twins back to sleep, grab my coffee from Jettie, and finish getting ready. By now it is almost time for the twins to eat again. So I pump, bathe Timothy and Erin, and while I am feeding them I notice that Jettie is awfully quiet. I pause to go check on her and find her sitting in the middle of her bedroom floor with her romper around her ankles and her poopy diaper next to her. This comes as no surprise since she gets a band of duck tape around her diaper and her pajamas put on backwards at bedtime. Let’s just say she has become quite skilled at removing her clothes and diaper. So with the twins screaming, I take Jettie to rinse off the poop and get her dressed again. I finish feeding the twins, get everyone loaded up, and head out only 15 minutes behind schedule. #winning I can’t help but laugh about the morning’s events. Motherhood is messy. I walk around with one of my tiny humans’ bodily fluids on my shirt 90% of the time. I mean my life consist of pumping, poop, and problems with punctuality, screaming, spit-up, and sleepless night, mounds of laundry, and meals while standing, bouncing, and swaying. Oh, and the never ending task of cleaning bottles and pump parts. But with each of these challenges comes a snuggle or smile or an “I love you”.

#loveyoulikepeaches