My mission today... take Luna, aka 'Looney Tunes' to Day Care/ Bath. Then go to visit hubby at hubby's office. Last, go to big box store with huge list. Return home and put perishables into fridge.
All with Little Blue Bird in tow.
We can DO this!
Timing is critical. Little feathered creature must be recently napped and fed moments prior to her encasement into the highly suspicious and dreaded contraption called a 'car seat'. Plus have Friday chores that MUST be done prior to leaving the house as I know I will not do them when I return.
7am... she awakens. Change, feed, snuggle, dress in day clothes, feed, change, tuck back in for am nap. It is 8:30am.
GO!
Downstairs, push power button for pre-prepped coffee. Shovel yogurt into mouth while it brews.
Crap -forgot am weigh in. Go upstairs. Subtract yogurt...gah... no bueno. Move on!
Try to scold Luna into eating - receive mournful squeaking. Give up and have a cup of coffee on floor with Princess Buttercup to convince her to eat.
9am... Gather, place all necessary items into car (i.e. extra outfit x2 (including a top for me), baby sling, four legged friend hammock and leash etc.)
Dress, apply mascara, brush hair. Empty garbage, double check / add to grocery list, water house plants, do last night's dishes, clean coffee pot, update/ balance monthly bills, switch laundry, empty little box, vacuum -
10:50am... Hear stirrings of starvation and Luna runs downstairs to inform me her charge is awake.
Change, feed, snuggle, play, feed, change, tuck into car seat.
11:50am Load car with infant and canine. Lose more of hearing from outrage of one, celebration from the other.
12:10pm Doggie Daycare. Sit in car extra two minutes to gather resolve.
Get Luna out first. She is a twirling ball of ear piercing fur attached to a leash. Extract second distressed tragic creature. Luna tries to reassure her ward and her cold nose is rewarded with increased vocals.
Realize making scene in parking lot...
Haul both into Daycare...
Attendees are 3x usual. Check in machine is down. Must hand write in. Put baby seat in crook of arm, hang on to puppy with other, scrawl illegibly time, name, date. Sampling of 'Communication' with staff below:
"Hi! This is Luna! She is here for a half day of daycare and a bath."
"Who again? Moona?"
"Luna!"
"LUNA?"
In reply to her name, Luna stands up, paws on the counter and also answers.
The harried person smiles,
"Oh hi squeaky toy, haven't seen you in well over a month or two." She looks at me, "Baby here yet?"
The giant car seat I am clinging to is clearly not obvious enough. I nod. Mind you, we are both shouting over barking. This is freaking tiny girl out and winding Luna to maximum excitement capacity.
I leave with even less hearing.
12:25p Hubby's office. Baby peacefully asleep. No evidence of before scenes to explain my tangled hair and disheveled demeanor. She looks darling with her bow and angelic expression and doesn't stir once for the hour we are there. Office full of males smile at the little sweet peaceful face.
1:40p I load her into the car to leave and hunger wakes her with vengeance, Kiss hubby good bye, sit in parking garage and feed her. Twenty each side plus a pant change.
2:40p Big Box Store.... This was down right entertaining. First the little blue bird has recently napped and fed and has dry pants. She is nothing but bright curious eyes. To prevent the invasion of her space, (and cuz I love that she is so small I can) I carry her in the sling for this expedition. My list is comprehensive and requires canvasing the nearly the entire joint. Every single aisle there is an approach and comment. Naturally the most common one is, "How old?"
What follows is varied. Everything from comrades, "I took mine out at 3 weeks!", a frown, "I took mine out only at 12...".
There are questions about her name, how labor was, how much did she weigh at delivery, or now? Did I get vaccinated for the flu? Am I going to get her vaccinated too? Is she sleeping through the night? Don't let her cry it out! Be sure to let her cry it out!
My favorite? A Costco employee, "Ma'ma, we don't allow dogs in...." he glances into the sling, "Oh, right, sorry!"
PS: I never stopped moving, I smiled and sometimes answered. Every now and again, someone would get a little too close (really, couple of times folks would just lean right on in to my chest) and sunshine would get nervous. Each time, I rubbed her back, kissed her face as she searched my face for clues in a response. She was out by the time we were checking out.
HUGE Shout out to the lady behind me who asked if I needed help unloading and then unloaded my cart before I could accept and then to the lady in the mini van who slammed on her brakes to hustle her hubby out to help me put it all in the car.
4:00p Home, in need a nap and a glass of wine, I settled for chocolate and a cuddle with the darling daring little bird. The thing is this. While the unsolicited advice and judgement was a bit overwhelming, the plethora of genuinely sincere well wishes were bountiful... I felt empowered.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
But seriously, this was one of the most intimidating days I have ever had. Interviewing at General Dynamics was easier. If I can do this, and do it pretty darn ok, then I can do anything.
Hubby was picking up the Luna girl so I could put away perishables
All with Little Blue Bird in tow.
We can DO this!
Timing is critical. Little feathered creature must be recently napped and fed moments prior to her encasement into the highly suspicious and dreaded contraption called a 'car seat'. Plus have Friday chores that MUST be done prior to leaving the house as I know I will not do them when I return.
7am... she awakens. Change, feed, snuggle, dress in day clothes, feed, change, tuck back in for am nap. It is 8:30am.
GO!
Downstairs, push power button for pre-prepped coffee. Shovel yogurt into mouth while it brews.
Crap -forgot am weigh in. Go upstairs. Subtract yogurt...gah... no bueno. Move on!
Try to scold Luna into eating - receive mournful squeaking. Give up and have a cup of coffee on floor with Princess Buttercup to convince her to eat.
9am... Gather, place all necessary items into car (i.e. extra outfit x2 (including a top for me), baby sling, four legged friend hammock and leash etc.)
Dress, apply mascara, brush hair. Empty garbage, double check / add to grocery list, water house plants, do last night's dishes, clean coffee pot, update/ balance monthly bills, switch laundry, empty little box, vacuum -
10:50am... Hear stirrings of starvation and Luna runs downstairs to inform me her charge is awake.
Change, feed, snuggle, play, feed, change, tuck into car seat.
11:50am Load car with infant and canine. Lose more of hearing from outrage of one, celebration from the other.
12:10pm Doggie Daycare. Sit in car extra two minutes to gather resolve.
Get Luna out first. She is a twirling ball of ear piercing fur attached to a leash. Extract second distressed tragic creature. Luna tries to reassure her ward and her cold nose is rewarded with increased vocals.
Realize making scene in parking lot...
Haul both into Daycare...
Attendees are 3x usual. Check in machine is down. Must hand write in. Put baby seat in crook of arm, hang on to puppy with other, scrawl illegibly time, name, date. Sampling of 'Communication' with staff below:
"Hi! This is Luna! She is here for a half day of daycare and a bath."
"Who again? Moona?"
"Luna!"
"LUNA?"
In reply to her name, Luna stands up, paws on the counter and also answers.
The harried person smiles,
"Oh hi squeaky toy, haven't seen you in well over a month or two." She looks at me, "Baby here yet?"
The giant car seat I am clinging to is clearly not obvious enough. I nod. Mind you, we are both shouting over barking. This is freaking tiny girl out and winding Luna to maximum excitement capacity.
I leave with even less hearing.
12:25p Hubby's office. Baby peacefully asleep. No evidence of before scenes to explain my tangled hair and disheveled demeanor. She looks darling with her bow and angelic expression and doesn't stir once for the hour we are there. Office full of males smile at the little sweet peaceful face.
1:40p I load her into the car to leave and hunger wakes her with vengeance, Kiss hubby good bye, sit in parking garage and feed her. Twenty each side plus a pant change.
2:40p Big Box Store.... This was down right entertaining. First the little blue bird has recently napped and fed and has dry pants. She is nothing but bright curious eyes. To prevent the invasion of her space, (and cuz I love that she is so small I can) I carry her in the sling for this expedition. My list is comprehensive and requires canvasing the nearly the entire joint. Every single aisle there is an approach and comment. Naturally the most common one is, "How old?"
What follows is varied. Everything from comrades, "I took mine out at 3 weeks!", a frown, "I took mine out only at 12...".
There are questions about her name, how labor was, how much did she weigh at delivery, or now? Did I get vaccinated for the flu? Am I going to get her vaccinated too? Is she sleeping through the night? Don't let her cry it out! Be sure to let her cry it out!
My favorite? A Costco employee, "Ma'ma, we don't allow dogs in...." he glances into the sling, "Oh, right, sorry!"
PS: I never stopped moving, I smiled and sometimes answered. Every now and again, someone would get a little too close (really, couple of times folks would just lean right on in to my chest) and sunshine would get nervous. Each time, I rubbed her back, kissed her face as she searched my face for clues in a response. She was out by the time we were checking out.
HUGE Shout out to the lady behind me who asked if I needed help unloading and then unloaded my cart before I could accept and then to the lady in the mini van who slammed on her brakes to hustle her hubby out to help me put it all in the car.
4:00p Home, in need a nap and a glass of wine, I settled for chocolate and a cuddle with the darling daring little bird. The thing is this. While the unsolicited advice and judgement was a bit overwhelming, the plethora of genuinely sincere well wishes were bountiful... I felt empowered.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
But seriously, this was one of the most intimidating days I have ever had. Interviewing at General Dynamics was easier. If I can do this, and do it pretty darn ok, then I can do anything.
Hubby was picking up the Luna girl so I could put away perishables
