Life Just Got Messy(er)

If my I had a bumper sticker to sum up today (and it's only 3:10 p.m.) it would by the infamous "---- Happens." Literally. To be more specific, "---- Happens in Wal-Mart." I would imagine a lot of people could relate to that bumper sticker in more ways than one.

It started out as a good day. Hudson mostly slept until 8:30 a.m., and then I met a friend at a park in Edmond to walk (she too has a four month old little boy). I kept checking Hudson's diaper because I knew he usually had a BM in the morning, but it was clean.

After our walk, I headed to Wal-Mart to buy the week's worth of groceries. Everything was going so smooth! Too smooth I guess. Hudson wasn't even fussing about being in his car seat. Then, I heard a noise and looked down and Hudson's face was bright red! Then, I looked lower, and there by his little chunky thighs was a big (and growing) oozing pile of green baby poop! It was flowing out of his diaper like lava out of a volcano.

I B-lined it to the bathroom, but I didn't even know where to begin. This was one time I wasn't too concerned about laying him on the community changing table because I knew it was a lot cleaner than he was! There was poop on his socks, all over his car seat, on his clothes and even on my car keys that I so smartly layed by his legs on the way into the store! I just kept running in circles...grabbing paper towels, wiping (or smearing) up poop, rinsing off my hands, and doing it all over again.

After I cleaned Hudson up I laid a blanket on the bathroom floor and had no choice but to put Hudson there while I cleaned up his car seat. But he just laid there...kicking his legs and watching people walk in and out of the bathroom as if this was something we did on a regular basis. He didn't make a peep the entire time.

I finally got everything clean (mostly), though I wouldn't recommend visiting the ladies' restroom at nondisclosed Edmond Wal-Mart until the cleaning crew paid a visit. Hey, I did the best I could. Really.

Anyhow, we came home and Hudson took a nap and then he had a bath. Now, would you ever guess this little guy could make such a mess?

Live from Orlando

So, today begins my three day stint in Orlando. The hotel that our meeting is in this week is the Doubletree Orlando right outside of Universal Studios. There's nothing like going on a business trip to Orlando that gives you the feeling that every single person is on vacation except you. I've always been the one to save money and spend it on home improvements or something like that rather than a vacation, but a vacation is looking more and more attractive. I can't wait until Hudson is bigger so we can go to places like Sea World. I'm hoping next summer we can at least go somewhere, though I won't be taking him on a plane.

Because there are so many "family friendly" spots in Orlando, the kids on our 2 1/2 hour flight out numbered the adults two to one. But, don't worry, there was only one unruly child on the plane who was hitting her mom, thowing her toys on the floor, and repeatedly shouting "No." And this was before the plane took off. And yes, that child was sitting next to me. Oh, don't worry. Her mom threatened to spank her about two dozen times, but empty threats they were. I was getting pretty close to giving that kid an evil look and a menacing growl when her mom wasn't looking, but lucky for both of us the child finally fell asleep. Southwest was recently in the news for kicking a mom and her four kids off an airplane for being too disruptive. Honestly, though, I cannot blame the airline.

Of course, I know I'll never have to worry about that because my Hudson is such an angel. He would never ever act up in public or swing on the clothing rack in Wal-Mart, tip it over and require stitches like his father did.

Missing My Baby in Nashville

Yes, that is the most creative title I could muster. A friend from work had a really cute title for one of her blog posts based on a song title. So, I thought, Oh that's a great idea...I'm sure I can find a great song title about missing my baby. So, I googled song titles and clicked on a few websites. Turns out there aren't too many song titles about missing your baby, and since neither "Billy's Got His Beer Goggles On" and "She Let Herself Go" applies, the title above is all my not-so-creative and very-much-so tired brain could conjur up. To clarify, my baby is not in Nashville. I am. We're 698.28 miles apart.

But tired I should not be. I've gotten more sleep in the past 24 hours than I normally get in about three days. And the irony is I'm on what used to be one of the most exhausting business trips of the year - SALES Summit. SALES Summit is comprised two whirlwind weeks of sales meetings that Express HQ hosts for its franchisees. Many of us who put on these meetings typically travel Wednesday - Sunday two weeks in a row. However, after little Hudson has entered my world, I will return home caught up on some much needed sleep. Yesterday (which is typically a day dedicated for traveling and ensuring our shipment had arrived) I took about a five-hour nap, and then I slept from about 10 p.m. to 7 a.m. without moving. I'm pretty sure I could have slept 24 hours straight.

However, I've gotten pretty used to being tired, and it's quite worth it. It turns out that after a few months of motherhood, the lack of sleep and farewell to Sunday afternoon naps isn't so bad afterall. I'm much rather be rocking my little guy to sleep than sitting on a towel in an office chair in my hotel room (I never touch any furniture besides the bed in any hotel room, if possible.). I'd much rather wake up to him "talking" in bed at 4 a.m. than the shrill ringing of a wake up call at 7:00. And a PB&J because there's no time for cooking sounds just as tasty as the tilapia I had for dinner tonight. Travel does seem glamorous, and I'm so thankful for my job that although requires a bit of travel, is normally part-time. But I'm still missin' my boys back home, and I can't wait to get back.