Today started a little rough and now that the day is halfway over I am hoping it will get better. I KNOW my daughter would feel better if she would just take a freakin' nap, but that is beside the point.

When we woke up, my husband was already awake. I felt that I had the whole bed by myself (and boy did I stretch out), but when the baby started her normal "hello?! I'm awake someone come get me!" screaming, I didn't hear him go and get her. So I procrastinated 1 or 2 minutes before I sucumbed to the screaming and got her little whiney butt out of her crib. My husband emerged from the bathroom saying he was shaving and he couldnt hear her over his electric razor. I'm pretty sure the neighbors could've heard her over their electric shavers, but oh well.

She screamed at me while I got her dressed and dear husband made me a lovely omelet. Then she proceeded to steal my juice from me when I wasn't looking and spill it all over her outfit so I had to re-dress her and re-get screamed at. It was one of those rare rare days that her pants matched her shirt too (instead of just jean bottoms), so I had to re-do EVERYTHING.



Then, as I commanded my husband to get her shoes on so he could get screamed at for awhile, I called all the places we needed to run to today in order to pick up stuff. First, the bakery to see if they had our edible images for my mini-cheesecakes: the lady said she didn't know what the heck I was talking about, she didn't see my order and to call back at 9:30pm. Great.



Then Walgreens to see if I could pick up hubby's new diabetes medication because the original stuff the doc wanted was $250 and we had to call and beg for something cheaper. They said they expected the shipment around 10:30. So I thought, okay, just get out of the house, get some coffee take the kid somewhere she can play.

So Caley and I wasted a good hour and half at Barnes and Nobles, where I stopped to look at something, looked down- she was gone. I chase her down, and she has a starbucks small water in her hands now. I looked around....there WERE other kids, surely some kid lost their water and my daughter didn't know it wasnt hers.



The kid finally came to claim it, coughing and hacking (great) and my daughter was NOT HAPPY that this random kid came up to STEAL HER WATER! I had to bribe her with an oatmeal cookie I was hiding in my pocket for her even to agree to leave the store.

I checked my phone and the bakery had called about the images, they were ready to pick up. So we called Walgreens again, who said the shipment still hadn't come, call back in thirty minutes. Plenty of time to just go to the bakery first. We picked up the images which LOOK AMAZING! got some whipped topping that i forgot yesterday and some plastic forks and on the way I looked at some bargain books. There was one book with an Elmo on it that began singing when I picked it up so immediately from under the car on the front of the car I hear the menacing chanting of "elmo...elmo....elmo..."



Caley had climbed out of the car cart (without shoes, those were on the seat of the plastic car) and wanted the book. I looked at the price, $6, and thought "well, it's 80% off of six bucks, sure why not!" So I handed her the book, put her in the seat of the basket instead of the car (she did not appreciate that, even while clutching Elmo) and headed to the front of the store.

When I rang up the book it still showed up $6 so I asked the attendant about it, who looked at me as if I had a piranha or shark in the basket and said "can I see the book?"

OH CHRIST ALMIGHTY IN HEAVEN!

I peeled the precious Elmo book from my daughter's hands, and she wailed as if I had reached in a tore out her little heart. The attendant flips this book around as many way as he can, over and over again, while people are staring at my completely devastated daughter, then hands it back and says "oh, the $6 was the 80% off, sorry!"

I just bought it- what the hell, happy birthday Caley.

We get home after Walgreens, who did finally have the new pills and politely called me to let me know since I had been bothering them all morning, I know baby girl is tired and with the food we stopped to get (which completely nauseated me- ugh not too keen on fast food anymore) she is ready for NAP and I am ready to assemble mini cheesecakes with NO disruptions.

I put her down after she took her sweet time crossing the yard with about a million things in her hands and the wind nearly blowing us all over and I think "she can run around with the puppies, shes been cooped up in the car seat for awhile" and I realize- my mother does NOT have any cupcake pans to be found! WHO in their RIGHT MIND HAS NO CUPCAKE PANS?!?! And she had them 10 years ago when I lived here last?!!?



I texted her and she says "oops, use my card and go and get some" So I think, theres no easy way to avoid this, I will not settle for anything less than half way decent mini cheesecakes that need to settle in cupcake cups....we have to go out again.....



So cry cry cry, scream, scream, scream. Disposable cupcake pans, in hand- I get home, put baby down, make the cheesecakes, empty pie filling into labeled bowls so it can get cold too and realize after I am done assembling, and putting cheesecakes in fridge for an overnight chill- I still hear the baby.

Well, the overwhelming stench in her room certainly let me know why she was NOT sleeping. So I changed her, I tried to rock her, and she doesn't appreciate that anymore (good was afraid she would make that a new habit, guess she just preferred that for 2 days because she didnt feel good) and put her back down.

Then I stand in the darkness and realize- good god I am stressed.

I need to blog.