And So It Begins

Home chef. Writer of the stories in my head. Reader of many genres. Gamer (sometimes). Tomboy-girly girl (which is so not an oxymoron as one would expect). English teacher by day.

I am the epitome of geek.

Once upon a daydream, I would shun that label. Now? I embrace my geekiness and all that geekdom.

But, as the title of this blog suggests, my life is a blur. Most days I can't even find time to put on eyeliner, but when I do, baby those lines are smudged this way and that way.

Or, maybe it's the dark circles around my eyes because one who wears so many hats has many stories to tell, and I intend to tell them here.

First up? The one where I find out the baby has poop on his legs when we get to daycare.

Oh, yes, that happened. I had changed P-Man's diaper around 6:45 a.m., and my four-year-old, Mr. M, was talking to me, distracting me from what was later glaringly obvious. I thought that P-Man was clean; hell, I even picked him up and cuddled him before I dutifully put him in the car seat and we set sail for daycare. As I unbuckled P-Man, I panicked. Oh, shit (literally)! That mustard-colored evidence was dribbled down his legs.

The daycare provider was nice enough to clean P-Man up. Me? I diligently searched all day for mystery poop on my clothes while facilitating lectures and proctoring tests. Luckily, the shirt I wore was a mixture of black, gold, brown and orange.

I figured I would check my shirt and pants when I got home, but alas I was foiled by mother nature when I was drenched in a rainstorm while picking up the boys from daycare.

Lesson learned: nothing, nada. I'm sure we'll have a repeat of this episode down the road in the next few months, because I seem to be missing the common sense gene most days.