Living in a shit-storm

Sometimes I feel like I am living in a shit storm. Take this morning for example…Annalie wakes up at 4:30am, reeking of turd. I begin to change her by pulling her jersey up over her head and find that the poonami has completely breached the perimeter. The inside of the jersey has been soiled so my action of pulling it over her head has created a situation where there are smears all up her back, on the back of her head in her hair, on her arms…and now on my hands. Shit on the receiving blanket in the crib, on the crib sheet, shit, shit, shit.

Baby wipes to do some damage control; run a tub for her to sparkle her up a bit. Poor little Annalie is sitting in the tub and looks up at me with a smile that could melt any heart. Get her cleaned up, baby powdered and diapered again. I take her and lie down in my bed with her little head resting on my arm and we all fall asleep again until 6am.