You Know You're a Mom When . . .

. . . you're not sure whether the smear on your shirt is baby poop or peanut butter (and you're too tired to care very much).

I am amazed at how much laundry having one measly newborn creates. In John's early days, he might go through five outfits a day. Now he emanates less bodily fluids, but he still goes through two to three outfits per day. Also, in the beginning I would change his outfit if he spit up, but I quickly learned to change him only if he utterly soaks himself in spit-up or if he pees or poops on his clothing.

Not only do I have John's clothing to wash, but he dirties my clothing as well. I used to stretch any given item of clothing for more than one wearing, but no longer. I think it's a good day if I wear only one top and bottom in a day and not more than that.

For example, yesterday at Mass John spit-up all over my blouse. (Better than last week during Mass when John pooped on my dry clean only skirt.) Then I came home, changed blouses, and he promptly peed all over my skirt.

As another example of the rhythm of my life, this morning I crawled out of my warm bed in the wee hours to change John's diaper. Once back in bed, he spit up profusely on his outfit, so I wearily crawled back out of bed to put him in dry clothing. I crept back into bed, and within moments, John simultaneously spit up all over his new outfit and filled his diaper. Out of bed again . . .