As I’ve mentioned before, when things in the Ostrich household are running smoothly, life with a 9 month old is totally doable. When things hit a bump, things get a little out of hand and someone usually ends up crying.
This was a full weekend. We had plans on Saturday night to see friends, including my former-potential mom friend (who I had a lot in common with than last time. Potential fire re-kindled.) Then we slide a visit with Mr. O’s cousin in the morning. All this was happening about 45 minutes south of our city, so we piled in the car at 11:00 am and didn’t get home until 11:00 pm. The next day we went to see friends who have just recently had twins.
I have posts about this, because it was a lot of baby time. And for the first time, I didn’t feel like a mama-impostor. But that isn’t what this post is about. That post requires a little more introspection that I have the bandwidth for at the ‘mo.
No, this post is about what happens when you have no clean laundry.
Typically, we set aside one day of the week to do our hausfrau-ing– Mr. O does laundry, sterilizes everything, gets Chick’s bag ready for the week. I do the grocery shopping, meal prep, and occasionally clean the bathroom. (I have mostly given up on cleaning the rest of our home, but the bathroom is non-negotiable.)
This weekend left no time for our usual chore deep-dive. So Monday morning rolls around, and I realize Chick has one clean outfit left. Sweet! I put it on, get him ready, and realize (just as we’re about to get out the door) that someone has unleashed a toxic mess in his diaper (Hint: It wasn’t Mr. O.)
So I take Chick over to his changing table, and in the process of disposing of said hazardous waste, Chick pees ALL OVER himself. Luckily (or lazily, depending on how you look at it) I hadn’t yet put his 3-6 month clothing away, so I crammed my 9 month old in clothing he has no business being in. Chick struggled and complained, all while looking like a stuffed sausage (admittedly an adorable stuffed sausage.)
My strategy with Chick’s clothing has been to buy as few pieces as possible. It is the cheapskate in me- why would I spend money to have tons of clothes around that he will at best wear once? I now have an answer to that question. Because when your kid pees all over himself when you’re already running late, you really do need a spare.
It does not help matters that he pretty much swims in anything but Carter’s and Hanna Andersson. Nope, no cheapo Target brands for this kid. (Aside: If you all know of any brands good for long and lean babies, feel free to share.)
All this means is I just put down some serious cash on clothes for Chick. And I feel bad. Yes, I said it. I feel bad about buying clothing for Chick, though I must admit that I feel this way buying anything. I rarely buy spur of the moment- I like to visit things in the store (or online) several times before I actually make a purchase. If possible, I would hoard money like Scrooge McDuck and swim around in it (after being properly sanitized, of course.) Then again, I really didn’t want to end up with a naked baby because Mama Ostrich is tightfisted.
Sure, I may have bought a few pairs of pants, extra onesies, and some pricey pjs. But what I really bought was a little more peace of mind. (Or that’s what I keep telling myself every time I do the mental math on his wardrobe.)