Today has turned out to be one of those days...you know the ones I'm talking about, where you wake up with all these goals you are going to meet and important tasks you need to accomplish, but then one after the other things fall through, and at the end of the day your left with wasted time and effort and nothing to show for it.
Isabella kept waking up every 30 minutes last night because she was dropping her pacifier...finally at about 6 am I rigged up a short piece of ribbon, so as not to get wrapped around her neck, and a safety pin and pinned it to her shirt, but by that time, she was wide awake and ready to roll. Sigh. An officer made me feel stupid, I got my stroller stuck in a door at an office building, and I hit my own trash can backing out of my driveway, the icing on the cupcake though was when my husband e-mailed me...and told he was just feeling so tired, and was going to go take a nap. I dream of naps! The only naps I get are Isabella's and those include laundry, a shower and going to the bathroom while I have the chance. The anger...the anger I tell ya! I don't think he'll be telling me about his naps in the future. I'll probably feel bad tomorrow...but today, I just feel like one mad momma.
So I plopped Isabella in her high chair with some Cheerios and a sippie cup, and I proceeded to bake my blues away. We started out both as happy as clams. I have my bible study on Tuesday nights with a bunch of other young Military moms from my neighborhood, I look forward to these bible studies, we talk, we compare embarrassing child moments and we take prayer request and read in our bibles. At Tonight's bible study we're having Taco Night, and I'm responsible for dessert, YES! I have an excuse to make cupcakes...I forgot to take into account however, that Isabella is deathly afraid of the mixer. No sooner had I started whipping my frosting than she dissolved into a fit of hysterics. Oh dear.
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