You know those days when everything just falls into place? Where you wake up and the sun is shining, your little one is still blissfully asleep, and the day ahead is full of promise and adventure?
This was NOT one of those days.
This was the plan: get up early, get the munchkin up and dressed, wake up M and then head out to see the St. Patrick’s Day parade at the Water District. Explore the carnival there, maybe catch some live music and have lunch, then head home with Little P falling asleep on the way. She takes a nap, M goes to work, I get some quality me time and catch up on a book, then head out to a Baby Shower and get to spend some time with Mommy friends. Come home, bath, bed time, cuddles and go fall into a blissful and satisfied sleep.
Ah, delusions of grandeur….
What actually happened was this:
P was awake insanely early, which, is normally okay, as I can usually get her to go back to sleep with a little encouragement. Not this morning. It took the better part of an hour before she was actually ‘out of it’ and snoring. Okay, not so bad. Gives me time to make a coffee, grab a shower and get ready before waking up M and getting the munchkin organized.
However, M wasn’t feeling great, and didn’t get to bed till late from working the night before, so he was out for the morning. Okay. No biggie. I can do this. As I’m getting ready to get in the shower, Little P decides now is the time to wake up. *sigh* Okay, I can handle not having a shower (I’ve done worse things). And then the ‘great war of getting dressed’begins. Trying to get Little P into anything was such a battle that even Attila the Hun would have balked at attempting it.
While it didn’t go completely downhill (we did get some painting down, and I did get a pretty cool canvas of ‘green flowers’ out of Little P), it was not the most productive of days. She pretty much fought me the entire day; didn’t want to nap, didn’t want to go to the baby shower, when we got to the shower, she didn’t want to go home. Didn’t want to have a bath, didn’t want story time, didn’t want to go to bed…. Ugh.
|the Artist at work
|Little P’s idea of what clovers (green flowers) look like
By the time we finally got her down, both M and I were exhausted (him from being sick, me from doing battle with Little P all day). Seriously, some days it’s got to be easier to just throw in the towel than to try and get them to cooperate.
Maybe that’s what I’ll do next time. Make it an unofficial ‘stay in our PJ’s and eat nothing but cereal all day’ day. We will see who cracks first and wants to go out.