Time

I know I haven't posted anything of substance in a long time.

I am really struggling with a lot.

My marriage is, to put it honestly, in shambles.

Some is my fault, some is Mark's, some is his family's.

I am struggling. bad.

I am going to take some time away from here to figure out what I need to do.

You can still read the happy BS I post at http://blogs.chron.com/mamadrama

It's too hard for me to write about here.

And before you ask, yes, I am going to counseling. My first appt is on Friday.

What's that smell??

Last night was Connor's bath night (Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday).

As Mark and I were bathing him, we were talking about our days. (note, I am completely congested and feel horrible).

Mark: "Do you smell @$#$? Did he poop on you?"
Me: "no, I don't smell anything and I don't know when he would have.... Oh...crap....."
Mark: "Wha.... Oh crap...."

Yes...in his little green rainforest tub, was ...well.... let's just say Connor probably weighed a bit less than he did BEFORE he started his tubby time.

Mark asked "Did he HAVE to do that?"

Me: "When ya gotta go...."

I grabbed Connor in a towel, to his much joy, he smiled and flailed his little arms around. Mark turned the tub on, grabbed any cleaner that he could and proceeded to scrub.

Me: "Now even I smell..."

To which I looked. Apparantly Connor wasn't done. Yes.... Pooped more, in the towel as I held him.

Sigh....

Longest bath ever.