Can I just say, I AM SO SICK OF POOP! and vomit and snot. I am sick of wiping other peoples bottoms and noses. I am sick of Lysol.
I just changed the girls' sheets yesterday. This is not a small job. With three beds full of bedding, the laundry machine is going all day and I am sweaty by the time I am done tucking and lifting and pulling tight. I am always impressed with myself when I make my body contort in the necessary ways to accomplish the making of bunk beds set in corners.
During the night, one child vomited all over her bed. Another child had an accident--of the bad kind--on her bed. So, back in the wash go the mattress pads, the sheets, the pillow cases, the blankets.
The same child who had an accident in her bed decided she would do me a favor by cleaning it up by her three year old self. You know the scene (and it is a little raw) so I won't describe it for you.
The baby has a lot of snot and she doesn't yet understand how to blow. Result? Well, you know.
I don't remember anyone telling me this part about motherhood. Oh, yes, you get to choose their names and dress them up and read them stories, but you also get to deal with a lot of bodily fluids--and solids. Your house will smell like poo until your youngest is about 4 1/2--by then, of course, your oldest will be a teenager, so you'll get a new smell (socks and armpits). So, really, your house will stink for about 24 years!