My dream job

What a day! It began with my mom canceling and rescheduling meetings so she could babysit Oliver for a few hours in the morning so I could attend a photoshoot for the wedding invite website I'm designing for. I got to the photography studio and met Lia and Emily from the team, and we all were giddy. Our invitations were printed and ready to photograph, and it was just the BEST feeling. Everything looked amazing and we were SO excited!

Some of our favorite invites, ready to photograph!

My favorite set– designed by me! :)

We are all so proud of our work and the new website that will be going live in the next month. I was only there for a few hours but it was just awesome– picking out props, setting up shots, mocking up invite sets, making decisions, etc. It was amazing and I drove back home feeling really proud of myself, and super happy I have this opportunity to work from home on something I absolutely love. After my mom left I played with Oliver for awhile, put him down for a nap and later in the afternoon fed him when Oprah came on. It was about "dream jobs", and I looked down at Oliver and told him I was truly living my dream. Working from home on wedding invitations, as well as being a stay-at-home mom. This is what I've always wanted! I explained to my sweet little baby that he is such a good boy and makes my and John's lives feel complete, and I am so lucky I get to spend so much time with him.

A few minutes later, I brought him into my bedroom so I could check my email. I propped him up on my lap, and immediately he started grunting. He hadn't pooped for almost 2 days (which is normal) but it appeared –and sounded, and smelled!!– like he was finally going. I laughed at his funny faces and noises, and encouraged him to get it all out. He looked at me really funny at one point, almost like he didn't understand why I thought this was so funny. All of a sudden I realized my shirt felt wet. I leaned him forward, and sure enough found a huge wet spot on his back.

This, my friends, is what we call SUTB– Shit Up The Back. I continued laughing and plopped him down on the changing pad on his belly. I unbuttoned the onesie only to find a PUDDLE of crap on the kid's back.


Although I was still laughing, I went into panic mode. How the HELL do I clean this up?! Wipes? Towels? Oh dear God, where is John when I need him? I somehow got the onesie off without getting poop on Oliver's head and wiped everything up as best as I could. This was a definite bath situation, so I laid him down on the ground on a blanket so I could get the water going. 10 seconds later I walked back in the room and (barefoot) stepped in something completely wet:


The dark spots on the right are– you guessed it– PEE! He was giggling and so happy, and probably felt so good. I gave him a bath, put him in a new outfit, and after all that he was completely worn out and went down for a nap.

So here I am reflecting on this day, and I can't help but smile. My morning was so focused on this career that I love and feel so fortunate to have. I have never loved a job like this before. And then my afternoon was spent doing a job I love even more. I've never second-guessed my decision to stay at home, and I'm so glad that even after days like today– puddles of poop, pee on my floor and all– that I'm still happy about the decision. This is my life, and I absolutely love it.