I guess the birthday still has a chance. I used to love it but now, it's got too much built up. Yesterday was my birthday and it may have been my most traumatic yet.
My husband is really amazing. He works so hard he enables me to be a stay at home mom and not want for anything. With that said, everyday is my birthday. All I have to do is get the kids to the store, deal with them while also trying to find whatever my whimsy wanted and its Happy Birthday To Me.
This year my husband took the day off from work to hang out with us. I was so happy to have him. Being a SAM is a tough job and I am always reminded of that when he is home. We went out to breakfast and that alone was a chore. Kiki started out great but right before our breakfast came she decided she needed to nurse. There is virtually nothing I hate more than nursing in public. You would think they would give us a table far from anyone's sight, but no, they put you right smack in the middle of the place. I sat in a chair instead of the awesome booth because a 6 month old and the biggest boobs you have ever seen don't have enough work space between the table and booth. The space I consumed of course interfered with patrons passing through and of course as soon as boob land comes out people start moving. I had mentally prepared myself for this for days so it didn't completely ruin me. I ate my breakfast slowly because nursing and eating are not an easy feat to accomplish. As soon as we walked into the restaurant my son saw balloons and immediately lusted for one. James worked it out with Will he had to eat so many bites before he could land his sticky fingers on a balloon. The mission was eventually successful but not without a lot of fussiness and obvious exhaustion from Will. After breakfast he got his balloon. I hate balloons. Will does not get they fly away. The waitress tried to tie the balloon to him, he flipped out. James tried to tie it to his suitcase, he flipped out. James then tried tying it to a crayon and a shoe both resulting in long waits and tons of tears. Once finally in the car with his balloon just the way he likes it he starts rubbing it hard. He is trying to pop it. He knows I hate it which makes him love it. He pops is. He loses it. Bawling. Begging us to fix it. Bawling more because we say no. We are quite confident he will fall asleep. Nope.
Next we went downtown. My husband who never shops for himself needed to do some returns and try again. I took Kiki to look at shoes, he took Will to look at clothes. I find my awesome $10 wedges, major score, and go look for them. There's nothing in the cart. The two of them are playing with the water fountain. I tell James that I will now take Will so he can concentrate. Five minutes later he is back with us with nothing and ready to go. I am upset internally. I know he needs my help and opinions but I can't give them because I am hidden away in a cave watching a 2 year old push the water fountain button while bouncing a hungry baby.
We take a walk to another store. Again, I can't help him because I am busy keeping Will from climbing the ledge, riding with him in elevators and trying to keep him safe and patrons happy. BTW Columbia store, you should open that big, huge, welcoming, blank expanse of space up to kids. Wow. It would make for some very happy parents. Thanks for telling us we couldn't go in after my son was well in there and then telling me you wish you were that age. Oh, did you enjoy being a little person denied having a place to play?
Back in the car I nursed and then we drove to Costco. Kiki fell asleep but not Will. James started to stress about time. His mother said she would watch the kids while we went off for a nice dinner. Her treat. I was very excited about it. I wanted desperately for the kids to sleep so this magical moment could happen. It was getting late. James and Will took my list while I sat in the car with Kiki. She eventually woke up and I had to pee. I called James who was checking out. We decided I would come in and split a hot dog with him. When I found them they had a cart full if birthday things for me! James bought me a bag full of iris bulbs. Honestly, those particular ones are not my faves. He could see the disappointment in me and told me to go find what I wanted. I felt horrible but I did just that. After looking I realized he had picked the best thing. So we finished up and got the heck out of there.
Heading home to pick up our date clothes little man finally slept. James got our stuff while I was shoved in the backseat nursing Kiki in her car seat. Thank goodness for big bazooms. I could feed her from my seat while she remained in her car seat. I had to do this because I was so fearful of her waking Will. I remained like this from, oh, pretty much Costco to Mukilteo. Eventually my boob ran out of milk and luckily I found a squeezie and a spoon all within arms length. She macked on that until we were in line for the ferry. We got there and encountered a line so we missed a ferry and the line was so long we missed the next ferry. Meanwhile Will I'd sleeping, Kiki is STILL eating, James is stressing out and now I am too. I realized my "go with the flow" attitude was going to get us home very late. Also, Kiki was not sleeping and a sleepy Kiki was not what I wanted to leave Diana with. I flat out couldn't leave her like that. If Keely didn't sleep, we could not go on our date. She wound up falling falling asleep 2 minutes before we docked. I seriously considered not putting her back in her car seat and driving to Diana's with her in my arms. But no. There are too many deer on that damn island and I knew we would be driving 50 mph with her in my arms and we would careen into a deer and all die. Back she went crying as we did so. She slept the 5 minutes it takes to get there and I stayed with her in the car while Janes went inside to warn everyone to be quiet.
It sort of went downhill from there. Diana
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