Today I was inspired to finally start my blog.  I thought about what I would name my blog and only one thing kept popping up in my mind. Beautiful mess...Here is the sneak peak of my beautiful mess of a life since becoming a mother of two girls who are two and under.

I woke up this morning feeling extra energetic..not knowing I was going to need every bit of it in the next five hours.  I got the girls and myself ready for the first time in under a hour! This is a huge deal for me and it gave me a spring in my step as I announced to Brielle, "Today we are going to the library and we are going to play with those big lego animal people, and read books, and check out some cool toys!" Oh she was pumped and so was I.  I loaded both girls in the car and grabbed the diaper bag and started on our way. 

    It started to rain. No big deal. Rain can't ruin a trip to the library. No way, I had a plan for rain anyway.  I knew a great parking spot that would get us in the library with no problems.  It started to rain really hard. I pulled into the library parking lot, it was full.  No big deal, we will park across the street and I will get Eden into my super cool carrier and carry the diaper bag, book bag, 2 toy bags, and hold Brielle's hand.  I parked the car, took a deep breath and walked into the rain and grabbed my little 5 week old and stuck her into the backpack carrier, grabbed all three bags, held B's hand..crossed the street and made it into the library like a pro.  I had the biggest smile on my face because I felt like I could anything at that point.  We made it to Toddler corner and that is when all fell apart.  I smelled something..something bad.  I looked down. Eden was in my carrier attached to my stomach.  Eden pooped, like a lot...everywhere...attached to me.  I wanted to cry, but I calmly took her out of the carrier and prayed it smelled worse than it looked. It didn't.  I put on a new diaper, but the clothes could not be saved.  I searched through the diaper bag... a short sleeve shirt and pants..no socks. It would have to do.  I looked around a judging eyes from the librarians and mothers.  I smelled another horrifying smell. I look over at my two year old.  No way. Please.  My two year old in training..potty training..just had the biggest poop of her life.  Seriously. We are making this library smell like Pet Parade day at the Jay County Fair.  Eden starts crying..not her soft cry that she does when she wants to be held.  Her I hate this cry...I get the pacifer and pray that she somehow will buy me 10 extra minutes so I can change yet another poop bomb diaper.  We finally get our groove back and I think I finally regained control of this poop party.  We get our books and make our way back into the rain to our car across the street. 

    I threw all 5 bags into the car and pulled Eden out of the carrier.  Her pacifer pops out of her mouth straight into a mud puddle.  Awesome.  Brielle, being the big sister and big helper, grabs it and soaks her pants with mud water.  We are all soaked with rain, mud, tears, snot, and to be honest by this time I am getting close to be leaking some major breast milk if the crying continues.

It is only 11:30 and I feel like I have been through some sort of mud fight...We made it home..looking like a beautiful mess...