You know those days when you wake up, ready to say, "I think I'll make a snappy new day!" only to find that "snappy" is more like "limpy and disappointing?" Yeah, that's the kind of day I'm having today. And I hate to do a whole post about it, but everything else that was supposed to make me feel better, didn't, and so I'm trying a new approach...
My small group leader called me this morning, trying to figure out when we were going to meet this week. The whole confusion started when all of us ladies saw in the bulliten Sunday that Mclean's "Babies in the Park" takes place on Thursday mornings--at the same exact time as our small group. So we've been trying to figure out how we could do both things, at least every now and then, and how to make that work with our small group schedule. Well, after much back and forth email wise and a game of phone tag, we're just going to the park tomorrow. This isn't a "bad" thing, by any means, but it just stinks that outtings are so hard/complicated to plan when you've got multiple moms with various nap schedules. Gone are the days of, "Hey, let's go do this!" and it's done. Wait... that was college... wow, I guess it's really been a while since life was that "simple." :)
Once I actually made it downstairs with Jeremiah, it was just one stupid little thing after another--we were out of his oatmeal, so it was either make him eggs, or give him the "not so good" oatmeal that I bought accidently (I was trying to find an instant oatmeal that had as little sugar as possible, like Kashi, so we could do some different flavors. Well, we got the low sugar Quaker Oats, only to find out it's sweetened with Splenda... No thanks, I'll stick with Kashi.) Jeremiah's no dummy, so he knew this wasn't his normal oatmeal, and refused to eat it. And how he got oatmeal in his armpit, I'll never know....
Checked email, nothing "snappy" there. Looks like Netflix sent Rambo to arrive today. Wait a second.... I didn't order Rambo.... (gee... I wonder who made that one happen....??? Probably rhymes with "share a me" or "bear a me" or "dare a me"....) So we decided to head out to the Farmer's Market, where I could get some yummy raspberry bread, and that would make my day allllllllllll better, right???
Wrong. We get there only to find out that the bread guy didn't bring ANY raspberry loaf... Plenty of everything else, but no raspberry loaf. Okay, now, when a pregnant woman has her heart set on raspberry bread, you'd better have raspberry bread! AT LEAST he did have blueberry and raspberry scones, of which I bought a dozen (they are good!) But man... still disappointing. Just one disappointing thing after another, it seems.
Finally, the sun decided to come out (it was cloudy and cool when we left....) I was dripping when we got home, which is never fun after a casual walk. At least I had turned down the AC a few degrees before we left. AND, it's Jeremiah's naptime, which means it's my naptime. Which means I can try to start this day over this afternoon, and hope the rest of it fares better than the first.
But hey, at least I'm not dead, right? <~ My attempt at optimism. :)
Actually, the rest of the day should be better. I get to go shopping, after all. I'm definitely one of those people who shop away my woes (much to Jeremy's dismay...) Even though it's just grocery shopping, it's grocery shopping with a purpose--Jeremy's "best man" and his family will be here Friday, and so I've got a chance to "show off" one of my few strengths: cooking. So hopefully the crowds at Costco will be at a minimum, and Starbucks won't screw up my drink. If those two things happen, then the world will once again be at peace (at least, my world.) :)
I'm half tempted to drive out to my parents use their pool, too. But, that's a 40+ minute drive, which translates to about $13 worth of gas each way... So maybe not. I should join the Reston Parks Assoc. and use their pools, but I've got too many self esteem issues right now to use a public swimming pool (if I had the perfect preggers belly, maybe, but I don't, so unlikely.) Plus, I don't want to take Jeremiah into a public pool with a bunch of kids running around, jumping in the water, splashing him, and not being able to do anything about it (I know they have kiddie pools, but for some reason, those tend to be even more chaotic... where these children's parents are is one of the biggest unsolved mysteries of our time...) So I guess I'll just shop, maybe buy a water gun for Jeremiah, come home, cook, and call it a night. Yeah, I guess that doesn't sound so bad.
Now if only there were such a thing as a self cleaning kitchen...
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