Yesterday

Yesterday was . . . rough. And fun. And exhausting. But not so bad when I really think about it. The day started as any other - Daniel calling for mama, mama feeding Daniel, mama and Daniel playing until it's time to do something else. We made it to book babies on a Wednesday, which is really unusual for us. We got there a little early so we went to the park to play. Mama wasn't paying THAT much attention to what Daniel was doing at the bottom of the slide. Yup. Daniel was sloshing the rain water all over himself at the bottom of the slide. Sweet. Wet clothes never hurt anybody. Well, not seriously, anyway. Then Daniel decided that the swing set was THE place to be. Sweet. Sand. And wet clothes. It's a really good thing that mama firmly believes that little ones should splash in puddles, run barefoot through the mud, and do any other number of things to enjoy life in the simplest of ways. Mama had a change of clothes in the car (and will now stop writing in the third person). I'm quite sure the library cleaning crew did not thank me for "bathing" my kid in their sink. Oh well. That's what they get for being so close to the park. :o)

Anyway, the day continued. Book babies, nap, the usual. We went to Kroger and Daniel got his cookie. Woohoo! He starts chanting "cookie, cookie, cookie" any time we even get near Kroger. That's unfortunate, because we drive by Kroger often. Sometimes his chant is productive, but it usually just ends with me trying to distract him with, "Daniel! What sound does a lion make?" I guess he ate his cookie too fast or maybe just had his finger too far into his mouth. Whatever happened, he up-chucked all over himself, the car seat, and everything in between. Enter impromptu and emergency bath #2 of the day. I learned a LOT about our car seat yesterday. I had NO idea those straps could come off, much less go in the washing machine. Very handy tidbit of information!

Earlier in the day, my parents called and insisted on coming over to bring me several boxes of garage sale junk and some old trophies (what am I supposed to do with those??). I was really put off, until all of this happened. By the time they got here, I had the car seat situation under control but man. . . I needed a breather. Thank God they were really ready to be rid of my memorabilia. My dad kept Daniel busy with Nemo and some toys while I took care of sandy and otherwise yucky clothes, cleaned up the bathroom, finished taking care of my car, and generally gathered my wits. Thank God for parents who live nearby and who don't mind dropping by when Doug isn't around.

All in all, my timing sucked yesterday. I whined about all of the wrong things. I got chocolate chip cookie bits all over me, my baby, and our stuff. My husband didn't get home from class until nearly 10. And it was STILL a good day. I guess my point is this - it hasn't always been my strong suit, but by God. I believe I could enter the Glad Game World Series and quite possibly walk away with at least the bronze medal. Life is clearly all about perspective.