Today, I woke up with a plan. A great plan, mind you.
We were going to leave the house. Dun dun dunnnnn!!
Just to get some fresh air. Leaving my precious, comfy couch has been a huge challenge as of late. This fatigue and morning sickness is definitely doing a number on my mood and motivation.
But today, I was determined to get my sweet little chunky butt out of the house. Just to run around target aimlessly. Whatevs. It’s his favorite playground. He’s a people person and I love to window shop and breathe in the addicting fumes that they must pump through the vents that make me forget words like “budget” and “responsibilities”. I know I’m not alone. 🤷🏽♀️
I roll out of bed and start a steaming shower… And Oh no! Oh no! I get sick. Mid shampoo. And again. And then once again.
I take a second. Collect myself. And decide that I won’t give up. We have plans! And we’re going out!! We manage to get dressed.
But we make it no further than the bottom of the stairs and my sweet baby has turned into a tiny fuming monster. Ok. We can take a short nap.
And this nap…. My gosh, it was gifted from heaven!!! Two solid hours cuddled under a warm throw. And he woke up smiling. Score.
It’s definitely 2:00pm already, but I’m not giving up. I clean a few bottles, grab the thermos of milk, and we pack the car. His silly self runs into the garage with just socks but whatevs. I’ll grab his shoes when I set the alarm.
Fast forward to us on the road:
On the way, I decide to treat myself to Starbucks. I’m feeling a little better. The sun is out. Joah’s talking my ear off. I turn around to laugh with him…. And notice that HE HAS NO SHOES. Never picked them up. Sigh.
Why? Why me? What have I done to deserve this day? Sigh. It’s gonna take at least 25 min to get back home. I just put my head to steering wheel and order my tea while Kila B Johnson is laughing hysterically through the speaker phone.
I am NOT turning around. We stop by Old Navy. Thank goodness for 40% off. Grab a cheap pair as I tote him through the store in the baby carrier. Fighting me the whole way because, if you’ve met Joah, he’s not one to sit still. Ever. But we survive through checkout. Make it to Target. And I take my frustrations out by filling my basket.
Only to get a call on the way home that the wife will be home before me.
Now, those of you married folk know the drill. I’m in panic mode. Because normally, I can get home, put my purchases away, and justify each one as she discovers them. Judge me. 🤷🏽♀️
Let me tell you.
I am now sitting in the garage with a sleeping baby in the carseat trying to come up with a plan to justify these matching Mickey mouse PJ sets I just had to get all three of us. Only a crazy person passes thatup!! 😩😂😳