3 miles and 1/2 a Cracker

It's 2:30 in the afternoon and at this point in my day I find that "her cracker" = "my sanity". My daughter can inhale them like a hoover vacuum. As I put on her shoes I see her eyes staring wide eyed at the whole cracker, which I am about to give her. She has no idea that for the next hour and 1/2 I will be dragging her in and out of the car running errands. I have a full arsenal of crackers in my Diaper bag. Okay it's go time, I have approx 3 miles to our first destination. I watch in the rear view mirror as the cracker disappears into oblivion. Red Light, green Light, Red light, green light, GO! As I weave in and out of traffic like a Nascar Pro. I think to myself, I'm not racing against time or traffic, I'm racing against a cracker!

I didn't sign up for this...........

My inspiration for this blog: As I hobble to the bathroom I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Eeekkk I have been relying on sponge baths for the past 5 days, which means I haven’t fully washed my hair since the night before I gave birth to Emma. I still have on the shirt I slept in last night, and am pretty sure I wore it yesterday too. I smell of sour milk, destine, and spit up. The complete lack of sleep, c-section incision, and the pangs of learning to breastfeed are all making my body scream out in agony. I have lost all track of time and can’t remember the last time I ate something besides crackers. As I look up at my reflection in the mirror my tears begin to splash the bathroom counter and I think to myself: I didn’t sign up for this………oh, and try to get your teeth brushed before noon.