In the last 24 hours I've cleaned vomit off of my shoes, Glenn's shoes, and Beanie's shoes. The driveway. The car. Changed the sheets. Changed four vomity outfits. Combed vomit out of hair. Been sneezed on. Been spit up on. Changed poopy pants and poopy diapers. Done extra laundry and then some. Nursed a cranky one-year old off and on for nearly two hours straight while he fought falling asleep, kicked at me, pulled my hair, practiced nursing acrobatics, kept his sister awake and woke his dad up twice (or was it three times).
But, you know what? I also watched my son take his first steps. I held my daughter as she snuggled up next to me and fell asleep on the couch.
And those two things more than made up for all that other junk. Well, those two things and a hot shower.
Motherhood. You win some; you lose some.