Mom Hood

Because I am either too tired or too lazy to properly keep a journal, and because some things must be written when then happen otherwise they will be forgotten in the days that seem to be running together in my life right now, here is a little appetizer for those who aren't moms, and an "I've been there before" for the rest of you.
This morning we were up earlier than normal with a mission to see dear Sarah and her family for brunch. (we love you Sarah!) Everything went really well and we had a great time with friends. All the kids involved in the outing behaved really well and with only one dirty diaper, 4 matchbox cars, one cup of juice, one pack of "Yo-Go's" and one trip to see the fountain at Panera, we were back in carseats and back on our way home.
I had been up early getting myself and the car ready for this adventure, so I was tired and very ready for both kids to take a nice long nap after lunch. We finished lunch at home and I gave Griffin some cold medicine and put him to bed. Madelyn was still wide awake since she had slept in the car, so I played with her for 45 minutes. I put her down around 3pm...sigh. I was very ready to do a few motherly things and then hopefully try to rest before they were both back up again.
I decided before my nap I needed to make some homemade applesauce with the apples I had in the fridge because I didn't want them to go bad, I had been putting it off for a week, and Maddy really needed the applesauce for supper. I didn't think it would take long. Has anyone ever peeled a bag of apples? It took longer than I thought.
So, I was in the kitchen peeling and slicing an entire bag of apples, enjoying my new OTR CD and smelling the cooking apples.. really savoring a few minutes of adult time when I heard Griffin screaming from his room--it wasn't even 3:30 yet.
I ran back there and was trying to keep the screaming to a minimum so he wouldn't wake Maddy up, but when I got to the bed I saw something I hope I will never see again. Griffin had managed to remove his diaper and was literally in a pool of pee on his bed. Everything was completely soaked, amd he had snot streaming down his face. It was one of those moments; I was trying to comfort him, calm him, change the sheets, change him, and also let him know that he had done a very bad thing all at once. In the meantime my apples were boiling away in the kitchen.
I'll spare the remaining graphic details, but he was too traumatized to go back to sleep, my 25 minutes of apple-cooking labor only yeilded about 12 servings of baby-sauce, and I still haven't had the rest I have been needing since lunch. So, why am I staying up typing this on facebook now? you may ask. Because if I don't record a few of these "precious" moments when they happen, it will be just another day in the mom hood.