the lesser of two evils

I'm happy to report I (almost) made it through my first week of just me and the Little Mister home by ourselves. I say almost because Zach didn't actually start work this week until Tuesday, he came home earlier than usual a couple of days to help me ease into things, and today really just started. But still, I'm giving myself a little credit. 

I've found that navigating through the days often involves a lot of decisions, most of which involve me choosing the lesser of two evils. I realize now, seeing that in print, that I sound terribly pessimistic and Glass Half Empty, but I'm not I assure you. For example, yesterday around 3pm I decided to get Little Mister dressed which is a Herculean feat in itself. I had finally gotten the darn thing on him and he decided to spit up all over the shoulder and down the back. So my choices: Change him and make his already frantic screaming even worse OR let him sit in a wet spit up soaked outfit. I know, you're on the edge of your seat aren't you. "What WILL she choose?" I can hear everyone saying. Well, I chose to just let it be so I didn't turn screaming into frenzied screaming (there's a big difference) and we went for a walk to let him dry out. I felt a little guilty but it turned out to be the right decision. I find that I learn a little better every day what works for us and what doesn't, and I live for the moments when I find something that does and there is peace in the land. Plus, I wouldn't want to be figuring all this out with anyone but him.