Day 34: Looking Forward
Let me just sum the day up in three words…What. A. Day.
OIY! Today has been a rough one. First let me back up to yesterday. Beckham was an ornery pants. We were running around in the morning trying to get everything finished and looking nice for company. (my mom, dad, brother, and sister’s family) Beckham struggled to let us do that. He wanted attention and to be held. I kept waiting for the magical time when he would drift away into dreamland and stay there for about 4 hours. It didn’t happen before my mother, father, and brother showed up. Then there was too much going on for Beckham to want to settle down and take a nice little snooze.
We headed to church. Surely he would sleep there. NOPE! He was a struggler. We ended up leaving early because I was “that parent.” You know, the kind that people without small children start to look at and wonder why they don’t take their child out. I wanted so bad for him to calm down but it didn’t work. Then just as he started acting up I was quickly trying to put a bottle together or grab a diaper to head out. The crying got louder and people started looking. You know it is is bad when even my mother said “You want to go?” ha ha It was bad!
Then my sister’s family came over to dinner…that was before my husband was late returning from picking Diamond Rio up at the airport…he was the griller and therefore dinner was late. Beckham, he was still fussy face. I think he was calm for all of 10 minutes–enough time for me to put together dessert. (Smore’s Treats. YUM!) Then the night finally came to a close about 11:30. I was pooped.
Beckham woke up at 6:45, which isn’t too bad. I feed him and he went back to sleep. Then he woke up at 7:45. Again I fed him and laid back down. 2 minutes later he was up and crying. I calmed him down and put him back in his crib. Before I got back to the bedroom he was crying. I calmed him down in the rocker and he fell asleep on my chest. When I stood up to put him in his crib he woke up. COME ON! I went to my bed, laid him on my chest, and we fell asleep.
At 10:45 my mother came to the bedroom door. We had lunch plans with my sister at noon. I needed to get up so I could get ready. So much for my cardio. BOO! (normally I wouldn’t complain about missing cardio but I am so close to fitting back into my pre-maternity jeans that I am all about the cardio now a day) Beckham still wasn’t asleep yet I knew if I got up he would wake up—but I had to get ready. I got up and put him in his crib. Fingers crossed. I ran to the shower but sure enough he was awake and crying when I got out.
I quickly fed him and had my mom watch him while I threw myself together. We showed up at my sister’s house 3 minutes before she planned on us. GO US! Beckham cried all the way to lunch but finally fell asleep just as my food arrived! Wahoo! For once I get to eat warm food, kind of. I held him half the time so that he would stay asleep, but when I started dropping brown rice on him numerous times I put him in his carrier.
Beckham cried all the way home. I changed his diaper and then we were off to Costco. He cried in Costco so I gave him a bottle as I pushed the cart. Try doing that next time…did I mention it was sample day? (Note: Sample day at Costco equals congested walk ways. That doesn’t make pushing a cart and feeding a baby at the same time very easy.) He cried all the way home. But then, right before arriving home, he fell asleep. QUICK! To Kohls! we did some hopping for the cabin and then make a stop at Shopko. Next, we headed to Target. I quickly picked up some groceries.
As we were checking out the cashier mentioned the pharmacy. Crud! I forgot to pick up my prescription. I ran over and grabbed my prenatals and we headed home. Beckham was still sleeping when we got back so I helped my mom unload the trailer. When we were getting ready to go inside I realized I couldn’t find my diaper bag. I looked everywhere and still, nothing. My mom tried calling my cell phone to see if we could hear it ringing. Nope!
I started to get nervous because my diaper bag is also my purse. It had my wallet in it with a few hundred in cash. It also had my debit and credit cards in there and my cell phone. I must have left it in the cart at Target. My mom took B and I drove back. I looked in the carts in the parking lot but it wasn’t there. I checking by the stall we parked in just in case I left it sitting on the ground. Nothing. I ran in to the customer service desk and sure enough, so honest person turned it in. “I love living in Utah.” (Please note: There are many reasons I don’t want to live in Utah, but honest people is one reason I like living here.)
When I got home Beckham was still asleep so I figured I could make myself a little snack. Go figure, before the snack was made the dang kid woke up. To make it even better, he had a blow out! (I love being a mom. I love being a mom. I love being a mom.) I cleaned him up and fed him and then it was time to repack his diaper bag and head out to the Diamond Rio meet and greet and concert.
We went over to the meet and greet. I thought Beckham was going to fall asleep, but alas, he didn’t. After dropping the stroller off at the car we walked by Max and Marley playing in my MIL’s backyard. “You be a good girl and play at Grandma’s house Maxi!” Then Max quickly climbed up the chicken wire designed to keep her in the backyard and ran over to me. WHAT THE! My little
monkey dog just climbed the fence. (Remember when she did that when she was little?) I picked her up, spanked her, (don’t judge!) and put her back in the backyard. We were walking to the concert when I heard her charms jingling on her collar. She had climbed over again and we running after me down the sidewalk. You little…. I gave her to my SIL’s friend who was chasing after her and she said she would put her in the house.
We went over to the concert. I had scouted out seats early and pick ones that were close to the back out the section and on the aisle, for easy access. During Celebrity, an American Idol style voice competition, Beckham dozed off. SWEET! I was going to enjoy the concert. I had been so nervous that he would be a pill through the whole thing and I would miss the one concert I had waited all summer for. Then the opening band came out and his eyes popped open. Okay….he is just hungry and then he will go back to sleep. My mother did a quick diaper change on her lap (I’ve gotta learn that trick) and then I hurried up the hill to find a secret spot to feed him, since he wouldn’t take a bottle.
I returned to my seat with a calm boy. Okay….intermission. He just needs to go back to sleep.
“Ladies and Gentleman, Diamond Rio!”
NOOOOOO!!!! Beckham was screaming! I mean screaming! I quickly tried to grab my Udder Cover and a bottle (just in case he decided boob wasn’t what he wanted) and headed back up the hill. He wouldn’t eat. He just screamed. So we stood at the top of the hill and rocked back and forth. I wanted to see the concert and this kid was ruining it for me. Then he has a wet diaper so he cried some more. So we ran down to my seat, grabbed the wipes and a diaper and ran back up. Did a switch-a-roo and swayed at the top of the hill some more. Man! After holding an 11 lbs kid for 60 miutes your arms start to, well, KILL! On the last song, Beckham fell sleep. Go figure.
After the concert was over I put him in his carrier and packed up all of his belongings. We started heading out but stopped by Adam to say a quick “good job honey!” Unfortunately we saw people he know. (I won’t say who because I am about to rant.) They started going “OOOO! Look at him! He is getting so big. He is so cute.” blah blah blah Not that this is bad but they were touching him and rubbing his arms. Someone please explain to me why when someone sees a baby sleeping they want to touch the baby and try to get him to wake up! Help me understand the reasoning behind it! GRRRR! Anyway, you guessed it–Beckham woke up. !@#$ %^&* @$&* You can fill those in for yourself
Once home, I bathed my kid, fed him and put him in bed. FINALLY! Now that it is 11:45 I finally have silence! I ran to my computer to type this blog…and I have one more for RMRVs.
As I am typing Adam comes home.
*Kiss* “Hi Honey. Did you enjoy the concert?”
“Thanks for coming. How was your day?”
“What are you doing?”
“Are you mad at me or do you just want me to leave you alone?”
“Just leave me alone.”
“What are you blogging about?”
Bugged I look at him. “I am writing on my blog. Then I have one for Real Moms Real Views.”
“What did you do today?”
Seriously? I just answered the question with leave me alone. “I woke up at 10:45. Got ready. Went to Rumbi. Went to Costso, Kohls, Shopko, and Target. Came home. Fed Beckham and then went to the concert.”
“Oh. What’s wrong?”
“You just asked me if I wanted you to leave me alone and when I said yes you are still here.” (Okay, I was rude, but I was honest.)
“Oh. I am going to shower.”
WHAT. A. DAY.
I am looking forward to a few things.
#1. I am looking forward to the time when Beckham gets on a schedule and stays on a schedule for more than a few days. Every time he gets on a schedule I get really excited and then a day like the last two happen. GRRR!
#2. I am looking forward to being pregnant again. Now before you say, “WHAT!?” let me explain. When you are pregnant, you have no brain. Seriously. It is like the baby you are growing inside you is sucking everything out of your brain. You can’t remember anything. I can’t wait to be pregnant again for the shear fact that when I leave my diaper bag some where I have an excuse for being an idiot.
#3. I am looking forward to enjoying a concert again. I just want to sit and enjoy it. I don’t want to make a baby dance to the music. I don’t want to make a bottle to shut my child up so people stop staring. I don’t want to stand the entire time at the back of the hill. I want to sit up front, sing loud, and clap with both hands.
#4. I am looking forward to sleeping through the night and not waking up until 10:00.
#5. I am looking forward to eating warm food and eating without holding a child.
#6. I am looking forward to a day when I don’t snap at my hubby when he is just trying to be kind.
OIY! I need a spa day!
OKAY! Reality check. It is 12:50, I need to write another blog, get to sleep, wake up in 2 hours to feed the kid, wake up at 6 AM so I can workout (can’t miss two days in a row), get ready, and then make the 2 hour drive to Bluebell. Life is….great.