The Me Day

So, I lost my temper yesterday. I don't think I was up for the Mommy of the Year Award anyway, but if I were, I probably blew it. It was just one of those days where everything I tried to do, B was right behind me, either undoing it, or worse...destroying it.

I yelled. Then I put him in his crib and took a much needed Mommy-Time-Out. I went and lay on my bed until I could breathe again. As I unsuccessfully tried to calm myself down,  I got resentful. I can count on one hand the times in the past year I wasn't at work, or with B or sleeping.  Hubby's been on B-free trips, and had a whole week home alone while I took B with me out of state. However, this isn't Hubby's fault. This is my fault. I can't seem to get over the guilt of dropping my son of at daycare when he doesn't have to be there.

So today, B is with Grandma, and I am at home...alone! I ran on the treadmill. I made breakfast for just me. I'm eating fresh blueberries that no one is trying to grab, spill, or choke on. I'm typing on the computer without an adorable face peeking around the screen...then mashing as many buttons as he can get his little hands on while I'm still stunned by the cuteness.

My giant plans for today you ask? I'll probably clean bathrooms. Oh! To clean a bathroom without having to worry about chemical ingestion, toilet splashing and towels being yanked from the cupboards sounds divine.

I've truly lost my mind, haven't I?

The Shoe Story

My son, B is walking now, and thinks he needs to do it all the time. An obvious requirement for all this walking is a sturdy, albeit too big, pair of shoes. B's got fat feet. Fat up and down, not wide, so most shoes his size physically won't go on his foot! So, he's shoes are a bit big, but he walks just fine...our only issue arises when he is riding in the cart and decides he wants to go all natural and kick his shoes off.

Luckily he's pretty obvious about it, so I've gotten so awesome I can usually catch the shoe mid air and quickly stow it in the baby bag, mid stride. (You don't slow down at Walmart!)

This leads me to my newest discovery! Walking around with a kid wearing only one shoe is the surest way to,
1. Ferret out all the other moms in the store,
2. Strike up a conversation with a complete stranger-mom

"Did you know you are missing a shoe?"
"Yes, its in the bag, but thank you!"
"I just wanted to check, I've lost so many shoes that way! How old is he...oh mine are..."

And the conversation goes from there.

My favorite was today, as I was standing in a checkout line.
Lady-Behind-Me, "Oh you are missing a shoe!"
Me, "Thanks! Its in the cart, I got tired of putting it back on."
Lady-Behind-Me, "I remember those days!
Cashier, "Miss, your baby only has one shoe!"
Lady-Behind-Me, "She's got it!"

So far in my experiment, men NEVER point out missing shoes. Then again, after seeing how my husband dresses my son, when left to his own devices, its no wonder really. If his clothes don't match his shoes certainly don't need to!!

Don't think that I am complaining about all the attention either. I love that I live in a place where people worry if I'm about to lose one of my son's $3 Croc knock-offs!  I'm officially part of the Mommy league now. All the other mom's have my back! Or B's shoe.