I'm a barf bag

Some days I get more barf on me than an airplane barf bag during turbulence. Instead of changing, I just wear the barf, because I know there will be more barf, and I have enough laundry to do already, I don't need to add more. So I basically smell like a college frat after a long night of heavy drinking, (minus the smell of stale beer). Other days I feel like all I do is wipe noses and butts all day long. I'm the poop-checker and snot wiper to Luke and Gavin. It's a thankless job, but someone has to do it, and totally worth it when Luke throws his arms around me for a big hug and kiss. Gavin will some day too, once he develops motor skills. Motherhood is grand.