| Thursday, June 15, 2006 |
| Tomorrow, I'm taking a mental health day. |
Today started with a bowl of cereal and green beans being flung across the kitchen. Whilst I tried not to cry in frustration, Libby squawked "Daaaaa...... OPA!", when what she should have said was "Mommie Dearest, I'm terribly sorry. Please don't give me to the next traveling carnival to pass through."
Less than an hour later she vomited in the middle of our bed, and giggled.
A bit later, she climbed over a pillow fort and bonked her head on the floor.
On the way out the front door, I stepped on a bird that our outdoor kitties had caught. Crunchy. Yuck.
We met Ben for lunch, and Libby quietly destroyed a pile of napkins while we ate. When I tried to feed her she howled, too busy people-watching to bother with food. I took her outside and we sat in the front seat of the car, me begging and pleading with her to eat now that there were fewer distractions. No luck. But patrons of the restaurant pointed and stared, like I was taking a page from the book of Britney and preparing to drive off, sans properly secured infant ("Ohmigawd, I've just gotta protect my bayyybeee from the papparazzi! It's like, my maternal instinct and stuff, y'all.").
Once said infant was properly secured, it was off to run a few errands. I did everything I possibly could through the magic of drive-thru, and when I looked back, Libby was sleeping peacefully. I know gas is expensive, and I know it was a waste, but I drove around aimlessly for nearly an hour. I needed the peace and quiet, and she needed the nap.
She woke up in the driveway once we were home, well past her dinnertime and completely starved. After she had eaten, she and Ben played on our now quiltless bed while I did laundry. When I checked on them later, I found them napping between mounds of pillows.
I flopped down on the sofa for a short nap, expecting my mom to call by 5 since we had planned to attend a meeting at church together tonight.
At 6, Ben woke me to ask when I would be leaving for my 6:30 meeting, to which I replied "Uh, about 20 minutes ago." I still had to pick up mom, who hadn't called right after work, but had instead indulged in a bit of retail therapy.
I met her in her driveway at 6:29, where we decided that perhaps our presence wouldn't be missed, we'd both had less than a stellar day, and Dairy Queen was a'callin.
I realize that I still haven't posted any pictures of my knitting projects (like you care!), but then again, I've also not posted any pictures of Libby. Blame Blogger! It will let me upload neither directly from my computer, nor from hosting at photobucket. I guess you get what you pay for, and since Blogger is free...well... you get the idea. Typepad is looking better and better.
Knitting and Libby combined: Libby with a scarf I knitted for Ben wrapped around her. |
posted by Tarah @ 10:37 PM  |
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