A raw nerve

My poor husband has hit a nerve, literally. He still has all of wisdom teeth and has been avoiding having them removed. Well now there is no choice. He has broke the crown off of one of them and now the nerve is exposed. I can only imagine the discomfort he is feeling. I was supposed to head out tomorrow with some girl friends to go wine tasting, however he is currently taking some pain killers that prevent him from functioning to his fullest, so I must forgo the tasting and take care of my two babies. In all reality though, I am pulled more towards caring for my family even though it would be fun, my instinct is to be near and comforting, I just hope the ladies understand that.

There is a lighter side, tomorrow I have the opportunity to take Delilah to her 1st gymboree class since I will be home. How exciting it is to be on the other side, to be the parent not the teacher or the manager! I CANNOT WAIT! Her little world is growing so big now. Today was not such a good day, she really woke up on the wrong side of the bed, a grumpy pants day as we call it in our household. I hope tomorrow is a better day. I began to get worried because I thought maybe she was getting sick since all she did was cry or sleep today, but Delilah taught me to be patient and not to jump ahead of myself, which I have a tendency to do.

Delilah also taught me something else VERY important yesterday. That I love the fact that I consider myself a "crunchy hippie" but cloth diapers scare me. I tried one for the first time last night, okay okay, not a big deal. Well of course the first time I put one on her little tush she decided it would a great time to EXPLODE!!! WHAT?! Okay, I realize this is bound to happen, but really did it have to happen the VERY FIRST TIME!?!! So the picture was great, I am up to my elbow with my arm in the toilet rinsing, ringing, flushing, rinsing, ringing, flushing. NO ONE TOLD ME THAT BREAST MILK POOP DOES NOT RINSE OUT! UMMM HELLO?! So I call my dear old Mom and was like what do I do? She decided she wanted to be out at the very moment. Stranded among a poopy mess, lost in shear paralytic fear of the unknown I make a bold move. BLEACH! Bleach solves everything! So I fill the bathroom sink with a bleach solution and plop the mess of a "more environmentally friendly" poop holder in. Thank God for bleach. And thank God for my washer and dryer.

I am not turned off. I am pretty sure I will be a cloth diaper at home mommy and a disposable on the go mommy. I am willing to give this shin-dig another go round, now, the mission to find the right cloth diapers for us...no one told me how obsessed I would be come over the best diapers....what have I become....a raw nerve!