For the moment all was peaceful and quiet, and then all hell broke loose. Three babies were crying, no, not crying, screaming, at once!
Ok I guess they are hungry, let's try holding, walking, jiggling. No that's not working. Baby 1 and Baby 3 are somewhat calmed down but not Baby 2. Not at all. Still screaming. LOUDLY.
Maybe the diapers are loaded. Let's check. Baby 1 - a little wet but I got it. No problem. Baby 1 is settling. Baby 3 - somebody turned on the hose in those britches. I can handle it. Baby 3 is now dry and clean. Baby 2 is still screaming. I am feeling I could scream.
Baby 2 was apparently having some sort of a sh*t tsunami in her diaper while I was busy with Baby 1 and Baby 3. I can not only smell it, but now I can also see the slop creeping down inside the pretty pink legs of 2's little leotards. I make an attempt to begin changing Baby 2, who does not want to cooperate at all.
Forget it, Baby 2 is too hard. She can sit in her mess until later.
There are three cute little baby outfits laid out, ready for the little girls to wear, so I begin putting the first one on Baby 1. So cute! She coos and giggles and I am smitten. Dressed, Baby 1 is put down on the play mat to amuse herself for a while.
Baby 2 is still screaming. I want to scream now.
Baby 3 is chirping over there, pleasantly waiting her turn at being dressed. Gently and carefully I put Baby 3's outfit on her, and then place her together with Baby 1 to play. They are both so adorable and happy.
The decibel level of Baby 2's screams has risen now to a making-me-insane level. Forget dressing her. She can stay in her dirty clothing.
Time for breakfast. I place the 3 little girls into their triplet feeding apparatus, and begin shoveling (or trying to shovel in the case of a still screaming #2) baby oatmeal. Spoon to #1, skip #2, spoon to #3, repeat. Baby 2 is still, you guessed it, screaming.
There is no rest for the weary (weary being me) because now it is time again for another diaper change. Baby 2 still won't cooperate and is still howling.
For whatever reason I start removing Baby 1's socks. She is wearing two pairs, which confuses me momentarily. I don't recall even putting socks on her. Baby 3 is just as puzzling; I remove 4 pairs of baby booties and 1 pair of knee highs. Weird.
Then, what in the world is going on with Baby 2? I peel off countless socks and several pairs of leotards, none of them matching pairs. Layer after layer of socks come off. I don't know where that messy diaper went, either. It's gone. Baby 2 is cackling hilariously at me as if she has pulled a good one over on me, and I believe she has, for I wake up and realize....
I'm sure a dream psychologist would have a heyday with me on this dream. Funny how I can remember some dreams so clearly, but others are gone upon waking.
Have you had a recent memorable dream?