The cup of coffee that I made this morning is still sitting on the counter, cold and untouched. The bedroom smells like poop, because although I got the baby clean and changed, I haven't been able to scrub the poop off of the onesie after the blowout that went up his back. There is formula powder all over the bed sheet from when I missed the bottle, trying to make it while LO was screaming. At 4:00 pm, I put him in the boba wrap just so I could finally eat some lunch over his head. He won't sleep, even though he seems so sleepy. Counting down the minutes until hubby gets home, so I can actually get some laundry done, although he texted earlier to say he was going to have to bring a bunch of work home.