I have a dream

I have a dream, that one day I might be able to have two consecutive hours alone a few days per week.  I don't want much, really.  Nothing extravagant.  I just want two hours in which I can exercise and take a shower, and maybe, just maybe, blow dry my hair without someone screaming at me, requiring a poopy diaper change or constantly asking "Mommy, where's your pee pee?  Your pee pee is GONE!  OH NO!"  In fact, I don't even need two hours.  Just one measly hour would do.  That's all I ask.

I had a plan today.  A brilliant plan.  I would drop John off at work, and since I drive right by my mom's house coming home, I'd drop the baby off there then I'd take Alex to the gym with me and let him play in the daycare while I worked out then took a shower in the locker room. It was brilliant!  BRILLIANT!  BRILLIANT!  My mom could have some bonding time with Max, Alex could play with new kids and new toys and I could exercise then take a blissful child free shower alone (well, alone with about a dozen naked old ladies.  Seriously, why are the old ladies always naked in the locker room?  It doesn't really bother me, but I find it odd that the younger people are covered up with towles while the old people are running around in the buff.  Better to air out the wrinkles I suppose.) Everyone would be happy. 

The plan in action didn't turn out so brilliant.  Max was up nursing all night long (thank you growth spurt) so I could only pump about two ounces to take to my mom's house (luckily I have some frozen already).  When we got to the gym Alex wouldn't potty, he was too excited to play with the new toys, so I left him in the daycare KNOWING he'd poop while I was trying to exercise and the daycare doesn't change diapers.  Sure enough, 40 minutes into my workout a daycare worker came and tapped me on the shoulder "Are you Alex's mom?"  "Yes, did he poop?" I asked.  "Yes, and it's starting to leak out his pants"   Great.  So I rushed into the daycare to find my son had pooped the biggest, runniest, smelliest, most disgusting poop I'd ever seen.  I changed him, but I hadn't thought to bring him extra pants and since he'd gotten poop on his pants, even though I washed it off in the sink, he couldn't play in the daycare anymore.  Alex was devastated.  I was sweaty, stinky and bummed that my dreams of a long lonely shower with my travel size shampoo in the locker room were crushed.

I decided to leave the baby at my mom's and take Alex home, since now, we both really needed a shower.  We got cleaned up and went to pick up baby brother.  We're going to try again tomorrow.  This time I'm packing extra pants for him and I'm going to take him to the locker room to potty instead of having him try to potty in the daycare restroom.  That way, maybe he won't be in such a rush to go play.  I'm not giving up on this brilliant plan.  If we can get Alex's bowels to cooperate, I can feel my two hours of alone time are within my reach!