Queen of Rambles

After much thought and angst yesterday, I realized that I need to get over my expectations and do things in a way that don’t make me crazy. Why did it take so much anguish to get there? I guess I just want things my way and my way doesn’t really count for much these days.

I get really grouchy when I don’t get a morning shower, and I like to take my morning shower after my workout. I need to end that. It’s what’s making me crazy. The boy doesn’t mind sitting in his bouncy seat while I shower. The closest doors in the bathroom are mirrored and he can sit and stare at himself for a very long time. The intelligent thing? Take a freakin’ shower when I get up and get over the grumpiness. That’s what I did this morning and it is fine. I didn’t expect to do my workout, so I wasn’t in a constant state of waiting and my mental state is much better. I’m so glad it’s only his morning nap that is a thing of delicate precariousness. His afternoon nap could take place on a bed of hot coals and he wouldn’t know the difference.

Much much later. . .

Changed expectations really work. Or at least they worked today. We had a nice, quiet nappy kind of morning, then I got some time to myself in the afternoon. It was good. So good that I decided I could risk a temper tantrum and take the boy to the store. I didn’t have much choice since we have a bare cupboard yet again (why does that always happen?) and I was hungry enough to dip the boy in nacho cheese and eat him. I think child services frowns on that.

As we were shopping I had to stop and ask Mister E the Mystery what he did with my baby. Clearly a changeling had been in the bedroom during nap time. There was no screaming, only happy babbling. I almost didn’t know what to do with myself.

Then we got to the checkout line.

Things were fine until the checker picked up the jar of salsa and asked me how much it cost. I had no clue. I can’t pay attention to small details like exact costs of salsa. She disappeared for-freaking-ever and Mister E started the squalling. Suddenly a little boy, maybe 10, was at my elbow assuring me that he could calm the baby down in two shakes. I like kids and didn’t want to be a meanie, so let him stroke Erik’s arm since Mike had already been blowing germy snot all over him and it didn’t seem to make much of a difference.

I’m just so glad today was better. I know these things are a cycle with me. I guess they are a cycle with every woman–the screaming just intensifies the cycle. Hopefully today’s outing was an indication that the magical three month mark really will be magical and Mister E will settle and be happier with life.

That will certainly make my life happier.

And I can’t believe I’m really going to hit “post” on this post. It seems so boring and dreary and . . . well. . . mundane. I guess a prosaic life beats out drama any day, but why do I have to chronicle it in excruciating detail? At least I left out the most “fun” part of the day. No one wants to know about the exact shade of vile that Erik can blow out his butt.

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