Pooped

The past few days have been filled with meltdowns and diaper blowouts.  My house is a mess, I have sheets to bleach and onsies that should probably just be sent off with hazmat. I have an exam in a few hours that I am not so prepared for. So,as I sit here typing, sipping on my tepid coffee, secretly wishing it was a glass of wine, I once again wonder what I've gotten myself into. A little cry from the bedroom pulls me away from blogging and when I pick up my little poop-star, she puts her head on my chest and with a few coos and baby gurgles, falls asleep in my arms.  I guess I won't be needing that one way ticket to Tahiti after all.