I win at this parenting thing.
Monday morning was the usual routine of dragging my eyelids open, moaning at the unfairness of the fact that some dumb blonde with an F cup is currently raking it in from her sugar daddy and sleeping until noon while I have go to work, and hitting the floor with both feet shuffling. I successfully roused the baby with minimal protesting at on her part (she will sleep until 8:30 during the weekend, I know this is unusual and wonderful and all that stuff, but it makes waking her up during the week somewhat difficult sometimes) and shoved her into some clothes. Out the door with coffee and off to daycare we go.
The problem however, is that the daycare was closed. Winning moment number one, ignoring the voicemail waiting message on my home phone Sunday night because I thought it was an old message I hadn’t deleted. It wasn’t. It was however my daycare provider calling to inform me of the family emergency that would keep her closed on Monday. So back in the car we went, the baby is now getting restless because we are leaving daycare where she plays with all her friends and receives BREAKFAST every morning. She is hungry and cranky.
Since the office was officially closer than home and I needed to check my schedule and cancel appointments we stopped by for a quick check in. At this point I realized her diaper was full and I didn’t bring the diaper bag with me just to go to daycare. My emergency bag with diapers, wipes and extra clothes was sitting at home (doing me a world of good). Parenting win number two. So I breezed through my messages and phone calls while wrangling an 18 month old in my cubicle. Over to the drugstore to buy diapers and wipes so I can change the poor thing in the backseat of the car as the temperature outside creeps up and the humidity levels begin to approximate tropical rainforest. I am literally dripping sweat as I change her diaper. Hmm almost feels like rain but it hasn’t rained in forever so we will probably be okay. Lalala insert denial here.
Now to feed the poor thing. Across the street to the Denny’s so mama can relax with a cup of coffee while other people wait on us. I quickly scan the children’s menu so I can get her order in as fast as humanly possible. Pancake puppies. Huh those look good, kind of like puffed pancakes. Okay we will have those for her with two turkey sausage links and no syrup for god’s sake. A few minutes go by and they arrive at the table. Hmmm, those are not puffed pancakes. Those are deep fried dough balls covered in cinnamon sugar. Delicious yes, but not exactly nutritious. I just fed my child deep fried dough for breakfast. Win number three.
Finally on the road home (a thirty minute drive). We sing and talk and I begin to enjoy the fact that we have a (unscheduled) day off together. I think about what we will do all day. We can walk to the park across the street or play on her toys in the back yard, or draw with her sidewalk chalk. This is going to be so much fun. I put her down for her morning nap and she wakes up in time for lunch. As we eat the storm clouds roll in and heaven unleashes her fury. Great. A major drought all summer and today is the day we get 5 inches of rain. Defeated I plop her down in the living room, turn on the Phineas and Ferb marathon and watch her play with her toys. We spend the rest of the afternoon watching cartoons, snuggling, and listening to the rain fall on the roof. Parenting win number 4.