how i know i'm a NEW mother (again):
When I bit my fingernail off the other day it tasted like Desitin.
how i know i'm a GIRL mother:
They found me. I don't know how they know. They have never contacted me before. But this catalog just showed up in the mail.
how i know i'm a BOY mother:
In the past couple of days I have heard a guttural laugh accompanied by "It's wedgie time!" more times than I've been asked for bacon.
how i know i'm a SEASONED mother:
I just spent the better part of two hours washing prodigious amounts of vomit out of a car seat in the tub of a cheap hotel in Salina, Utah. All it's intricate parts and straps are now spread out on towels drying and I am about to exit my outside-entrance room, head around the corner and down an alley straight out of "Law and Order" to the hotel ice machine/laundry where I will shove the clothes washer back into place, say hi to the sickly looking praying mantis on the wall, and transfer the hopefully clean clothes and car seat cover to the dryer.
how i know i LOVE this job:
Even though my sweet hubby (bless his heart) wouldn't be caught dead in this hotel (it's what happens when you are used to traveling on expense--you can't blame him), and even though the car might carry some residual odor in the morning, and even though I feel like we are traveling gypsy's with our soiled clothes hanging out the windows and our pot of stew in the back (no kidding), I am grateful to have a place to wash up, grateful to have a place to strip that car seat down instead of having to wait several days, grateful I could give poor Joseph a warm bath and tuck him in a warm bed, grateful this hotel did, in fact, have a laundry (and free wi-fi, can't complain), and grateful I sit in a small, quiet room, and can look up and see my three--oops, make that four little babies, tucked snugly in a bed and fast asleep. And I know I wouldn't change this job for the world.
