Noah is oozing and dripping most unattractively, and he’s none too happy about it either. Also, he’s so messy eating that at school they change him after every meal. But they have yet to tell me to bring a new outfit, so today they ran out and he spent the rest of his day wearing only a t-shirt and diapers.

There’s nothing wrong with that, per se, but they still haven’t told me to bring an extra outfit. It’s the chaos level that I’m still uneasy with — I used to get a check mark on the “change of clothes” box on the reports they send home daily, every time they used one and needed another. Yes, it’s their form. They still fill it out every day. They checked the “other” box and wrote that he needed more diaper cream.

Mommy is better at self-management of the oozing and dripping, but I still feels like my brain is wrapped in an itchy thick blanket. I’m going to let go of worrying about the form and go get things organized before Project Runway.

Maybe they’ll send Stephen Jeffery (oops, reality show bad guy mixup) home!!!

I should be so lucky.