Here’s a link to a blog posting about motherhood that I found amusing:
Although I don’t think I’ve been a mother long enough to advance into the later stages, I admit that I’ve vacillated between Stage 1 and Stage 2, depending on how much sleep I’ve gotten and how many diapers I’ve had to change in a 24-hour period. However, I can already relate to aspects of the later stages, such as the carelessness that characterizes Stage 3: “Your clothes are stained with bodily fluids of your children and you don’t even notice or care.†Case in point: Much to Jim’s chagrin, I often forgo cleaning off the baby spit-up from my shoulders and simply smear it into the T-shirt and hope that it evaporates. Motherhood has not only widened my waistline, it’s also blunted my gag reflex and blinded my eyes to what normal people consider unsightly stains. It’s not “spit-up†to me – it’s evidence of a much-appreciated, much-digested meal.
Love it, Emily! Wish more people would appreciate new mothers lack of a “Kept-up” appearance as just being a good, but tired mom who has more important things to think about than how she appears.
“Eu de Spit up” was my most worn cologne in the early years of mothering.
Love,
Mom/Grammie