The other day I read Mary's post about her having a really bad morning followed by a lovely lunch and I laughed because I totally know how that goes. So imagine my surprise when yesterday, a day when Mary herself was kind enough to invite us to a Halloween playgroup at her house, I had that exact kind of crappy morning followed by a lovely lunch.
Without going into too much detail (which is exactly what I'm about to do), I just could. not. get. out. the. door. And I HATE to be late. HATE! IT! The baby started screaming when I got out of the shower. The shirt I wanted to wear shrunk in the wash. I had to change my jeans and the only other pair of jeans I had were capris, so I had to shave my legs in the bathroom sink and paint my toenails at the last minute (which is stupid, I know, but I have standards, people, standards). Then Alex threw a toy at Genoa's face and had to get a spanking. I couldn't find a binky to save my life. Once we were finally on the road and I thought we were safe, I saw a cop pull up behind me and was 100% sure I was getting a ticket. I didn't, but it was one of those bad, bad mornings.
But then we got to Mary's (only thirty minutes late!) and had a great time. Her house looked adorable, the food was delicious and Alex disappeared into the fray the second we walked in the door. Genoa had fun playing with the other babies and I really enjoyed meeting all of Mary's friends. The party totally made up for the crappy morning and I left with my sanity back in tow. At least temporarily.
And now I feel really horrible because Genoa woke up from her nap yesterday afternoon with a fever. Alex and I both had colds, but we woke up feeling better and I thought we were getting over them and no longer contagious or I would never have gone to Mary's party. This morning I woke up with such a bad sore throat that I had no voice for a couple of hours. I really hate being that mom who shows up to a party late with sick kids!