1/11/11

tomorrow.. I am making my first ever bread machine loaf! and I am excited.. I was going to try to make it today before work.. and have dust take it out of the machine.. but than I remembered.. that the best part of homemade bread.. is eating it hot from the “oven” smothered in butter.. 

I have a feeling this isnt going to be part of my diabetic diet :0

and I am ok with that.. 

I love my ones.. (1/11/11) and today I thought something amazing would happen! well.. the day is still long I suppose.. Olive was a cutey pattooty. so I packed her up in the car to get some groceries.. a little later than normal.. because the car seat wasn’t in the car.. and I just dread putting the car seat in.. 

so I procrastinated.. and cleaned my fridge.. good tradeoff!?

we shopped.. she walked around.. she listened.. even sat patiently while the woman bagged my groceries at turtle speed.. and I thought.. what a great day.. I can totally do this with two kids!!I wish they were all like this! maybe its the magic of the ones!!

than

we get to the car and strap her in.. and her 2pm.. 2 hour late nap time kicks in.. she starts screaming like a bangee while I am trying to get her in her chair (with my new carpel tunnel wrist) and the man beside me parked way to close.. so I only got one notch opened in the car door.. she screamed the whole way home..she wanted her bubbas and bed.. all the while I tried to offer goldfish.. and even gave her a gulp of my water bottle.. we got home and I put her in the living room where the tears were a flowing..  and instead of unloading groceries.. I pulled a dirty bottle out of the dishwasher.. gave her the old rinse in the sink.. and tossed her in her crib.. where she was out in 2 minutes.. came down stairs and tried to bring my pregnant stress levels down.. and now I sit in a quiet house.. with no noise.. and fantasize about my fresh white homemade bread that I get to have tomorrow!!

hey.. you cant win ‘em all..