My mother-in-law will be here Mon-Wed to watch Cam while I’m at work conferences. I want to breeze home and impress her with fabulous dinners and let her see that I’m a super working mom that can do it all.
The reality is since I’ve had Cam, the main dinner choices around here have been Rasin Bran or Frosted Mini Wheats and I’m sure as hell not serving cereal to company.
So what do you have for me (I’m VERY open to crockpot recipes)?
“The only time he wasn’t screaming like I was murdering him was when he was asleep.”—Matt about his day with Cam. I am now left to wonder why my baby had been so unhappy all week (screeching and refusing to take a bottle from anyone) and if I helped create this monster.
Do you know what happens if you blow off work and go to yoga? Well if you’re me:
While your phone is off during yoga you miss a call that your son is having a VERY hard day in daycare. You’re told you don’t need to get him, but the screaming/screeching in the background indicates that you do.
When you get your little angel home and to sleep, you pour yourself a bowl of cereal and try and work from home.
Then you feel an itch on your side, and when you scratch it, realize it is SOMETHING not just an itch. When you discover that the SOMETHING is actually a BLOOD SUCKING TICK IMBEDDED IN YOUR BODY you freak the F out and upend your milky milky cereal into your laptop.
You spend the next few minutes running around with no shirt on trying to both clean the milk and granola out of your keyboard while simultaneously trying to google HOW TO REMOVE A TICK.
You rip the tick out with tweezers, leaving it’s blood sucking head inside of you.
You call the doctor, who can’t see you until the next day.
When you get to the doctor at 9:45, they tell your appointment was YESTERDAY at 9:45. You know, before you ever discovered the tick or called.
So, you end up sitting in the waiting room, missing work again, worrying that your laptop will never work again and that tour kid is screaming through daycare again while the doctor’s office tries to work out their little snafu.
Long story short, I’m never skipping work for yoga ever again.
It makes me so happy when I remember to set the coffee pot to automatic and wake up to the smell of coffee. I feel like there’s someone downstairs brewing it just for me. I need to remember to do this everyday.
“He must smell milk.”—My mother’s reasoning for why my son calms down (stops screaming) whenever I take him back from who’s holding him. 5:51 the next morning and I’m still nit over this comment. I’d like to think that my baby views me as more than just his food source.