So after last night's date fiasco, I was pretty sure that today would look great in comparison. Not so much. I'm in a bit of a sourpuss kind of mood. The morning started with little David and I oversleeping. Not by much, it just wasn't what I planned. We were slightly pressed for time before church so I was really trying to hurry to get baths and showers and breakfast done in time.
David has been home at 10am for a few weeks now, but he was running late too so breakfast was pushed back a bit. I really wanted a shower before I left home so I put David in his crib to contain the chaos while I was busy. Normally, I would have left him with David, but with him running late that was just not an option. I sped my way thru a record setting shower and went back to get David, sure that by now he was screaming his head off. Not true. He had laid down and fallen asleep in his crib.
So now it's 10:15, David is asleep, David isn't home from work, breakfast isn't started and I have to leave for church in about 25 minutes. Are you seeing why I'm frazzled?? David pulled in at 10:20 and i made breakfast anyway. I had given up on showing up to church on time so I was going to let little D sleep and go to church late and by myself. This plan was also flawed. I pulled our danishes out of the oven and bit into one, finding out about *that* much too late that they were uncooked and doughy in the middle. I now was scrambling to make something else for us to eat....then I looked at the clock. 10:45. Church starts at 11am. Rats. This just isn't going to happen. By the time I pulled myself out of my chair and got my disappointed butt in gear, I was not feeling breakfast food anymore so I made lunch and called it good.
Little David slept for an hour and a half and woke up with unending energy. David and I want nothing more than to climb into bed and sleep the rest of the weekend away, but keeping with the theme of rotten-ness, that isn't going to happen. David has a dead deer to process and freeze and then there is that small matter of a little boy to look after... Oh well.
I don't know when our movie date will be rescheduled. We were looking at Wednesday, but that's one of David's last chances to go hunting before the season closes. Blech. Life stinks.
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