Not the posterchild for procreation...
So...I've got internet at home now.
So...this morning I had a dr's appt. Supposed to be there around 8:45-9. Got there at 9:15. Got out of there about 10:20. Gage hated EVERY minute of it.
And, I asked Kaci, one of the girls at the front desk---"So, when are you guys going to have a one?" Perfectly timed question given the fact that Gage was in my arms, kicking, thrashing & screaming.
Her response, "We're NOT!"
me: "What do you mean? THIS doesn't look like fun? Running around chasing a toddler until you're sweating...and frantic to find ANYTHING that will just keep him quiet...Kaci, it doesn't get much better than this!"
yeah...i don't think i had her convinced....
After that...we came home...Gage threw a fit. It started as we were getting out of the car. He laid down on the sidewalk, kicking & screaming. I up-righted him, and he took off running...into the grass---toward the street. So, here I am--purse & keys in hand, in a skirt, running after him. When I reach him---he throws himself to the ground & is kicking & screaming. By now, a neighbor who walks regularly is passing in front of our home. Oh, I'm a proud mama, I am. I pick his little ass up, plant him firmly on my hip & we march up to the front door. He's going in whether he's ready or not. He's screaming, slapping at my hair, thrashing. We're both getting mad.And then......I dropped the keys. Fuck.
After that, I attempted to put him down for a nap. That didn't work out.
We kept our lunch date...which, he was very well-behaved for. I was pretty proud about that. Especially given the fact that he had not napped. Oh, and a little FYI: don't order the kids nugget meal at El Fenix. It totally sucks,and they need to stick with cooking Mexican food.
Then we came home & Gage wanted "yogo". That's yogurt. So, I fixed him some & gave him some "trapes" (b/c you know, his lunch SUCKED) & then we napped on the couch. He woke up disoriented & pissed about 20 minutes ago.
I was just glad that we both had a chance to nap.