“Hello baby,” she said with a sweet enthusiasm.
She grabbed the baby, and immediately felt and smelt the urine soaked pajamas. This is going to be a long day, she thought. She fumbled through the clean laundry she hadn’t hassled to fold and dressed her sweetie pie in something dry, not matching, but dry.
Poured her daughter some cheerios and set her in her favorite little green chair. For the moment things seemed content. Lindy stepped into her office, to check her email, vowing she would just be a few minutes. Within those minutes her darling daughter had managed to mess her diaper, dig into this diaper and come up with poop covered hands. A toddler’s treasure, apparently. The little darling shoved Lindy’s office door opened, leaving her evidence smeared down the door, and swirled over the coffee table.
Lindy rushed the trouble-maker to the tub, thinking, is this really my life now? She scrubbed the screaming child, and placed her daughter in yet another outfit. Then proceeded to wipe down the feces coated doors and table. Lindy looked up at the clock, 7:30 am, ah shit; this is going to be a very long day. The entire day took on the stink it started with; by nap- time momma was ready to abandon ship.
In her previous life she may have taken to the streets pounding the pavement with steps of frustration. Back then she possessed healthy vices, the kind that would get her heart pumping, sweat flowing and calories burning. Now, stuck at home, she sipped back 32 ounces of diet coke, and crunched her way through almost the entire bag of chocolate Cadbury eggs. Her numb mind formed only one thought. Oh my, how things have changed.
This was a little challenge from Write on Edge: 400 word limit where wine, chocolate, or coffee are featured prominently.