Defeat

I have always had a problem with optimism. I have never been a “glass half full” type of girl. I mean, I am not always a Negative Nancy either, but generally, I am not a Polly Positive. I like to call it – Keepin’ It Real-ism. Things are what they are with me… as in, I have a very real “black and white” type of issue with certain situations. So with all of that being said, I readily accept defeat on a regular basis. Defeat. As in, I didn’t stick to that diet, or the latest DIY trend didn’t work out for me or I didn’t get pregnant on the first try... As a general rule, I’m genuinely surprised when things DO work out in my favor.

I have been defeated. Defeated by diaper rash. Seriously… I have never claimed to be super mom, but I cannot tackle this! I have a remedy for everything. Even my remedies aren’t working. It has consumed me. Lucky for Brooke, she’s not much affected by said rash. In fact, you’d never know she had one if it weren’t for looking. But her red, rashy, heiny just breaks my heart!

((and before you ask, yes I’ve ruled out the red flags.. she has no fever. Yes she’s getting a molar. No changes to diapers, milk, foods, detergents, etc,. And she did just get over a cold.))