It is Friday morning/afternoon. For a stay-at-home mom, Friday is just like any other day of the week. I never get that excitement I used to for the end of a week nor the dread of the start of a new one.
My house has taken on a life of it's own. It is quite filthy. We have a washer and dryer in our kitchen. Right now a basket of dirty laundry is on my kitchen table. When people come to visit, they have to eat their meals next to my dirty laundry. If I am lucky, Eli has just gone through the basket and has dropped them all over the kitchen, crotch side up.
My least favorite task in the world is to empty the dishwasher. I don't know why this brings me such displeasure. I especially hate the cups. There is always water and crap on the top that I have to wipe off or ruin my cabinets.
Today when I was changing a massive poopy diaper that Eli had saved up for two days and a sudden movement caused my three fingers to get poop all over them. I didn't even know what to do. I had to keep my wits about me. I had to change the rest of the diaper with traces of it on my fingers, which I thought was nasty. I had to give it a good scouring after the change. I still won't eat with my right hand all day.
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