The internet IS my therapist!

I will have you all know that I had a great day yesterday. A FANTABULOUS DAY.

I wrote that post in the middle of doing many things. Napping, eating, playing, crawling. And going out to coffee with a friend and her daughter in the morning. And skipping moms group in the afternoon because Jack wouldn't go down for his nap until an hour later than usual. The best part? I did not freak out about this. I did not say to myself, "Self! If only you had manipulated that morning nap! And gotten him down a little earlier! And maybe given him lunch at lunch time instead of fifteen minutes past lunchtime! Then he would be sleeping and you could make it to moms group!" I also did not say, "Self! MAYBE he will wake up with enough time to still get to moms group! You can do it! Just pack and get ready and wait and then SPEED OUT THE DOOR LIKE A CRAZY WOMAN!"

I did not do either of those things. Instead I put my baby down, called the woman hosting the moms group and told her I probably wouldn't be there that afternoon and I would see her next time. Then I hung up the phone, made myself some lunch and watched TV. It was all very calm and easygoing and unstressful and SO NOT LIKE ME.

Oh, I was so pleased.

And then? For some reason not many moms were able to make it to the moms group and it was more or less cancelled one of the moms ended up visiting me instead. Which was lovely because 1) I did not have to leave the house and 2) I got to say things other than, "We don't HAVE any more pears!" and "Are you TRYING to smash your fingers in the drawer?"

What's on tap for today? Oh, I think a bath. And some lunch. And maybe a quick three-block walk to see the ducks in the duck pond. And then, I think, a leisurely afternoon because my new US Weekly arrived yesterday and my sister left a pint of ice cream in my freezer and something obviously must be done about those two things.

I hope your days are going as fantabulously as mine.

P.S. I just saw the latest Friday Night Lights, which starred Rory Gilmore's ex-boyfriend AND Weevil (although a 40-year-old Weevil, my goodness, what happened?) AND IT WAS LIKE THE WORLD EXPLODED INTO LOLLIPOPS.

Comments

[Jess]

I'm glad your day is going so well, and that you were able to be so calm, and that you're so pleased about it. I'm pleased about it, too.

[Lisa]

Aahhh...this is the bliss that parenting a baby is supposed to be. Glad you reached a level of fantabulous.

Also, ice cream...a treat? Or a sign that you have reached the desired weight and therefore achieved total satisfaction that the diet was complete?

[Nancy]

Um, you just made me really want some ice cream!

[Jenny Ryan]

You know, something happened to Weevil between seasons 2 and 3 of Veronica Mars, and he's never really looked the same since.

[annie]

Now THAT is an expression that I'll have to make a part of my vocabulary. The world exploded into lollipops. LOVE it.

[Jen]

Sounds like a terrific day! I am jealous. We are in a work transition and pretty soon I will need to poke out someone's eyeballs, hopefully not my own.

Can I come over for ice cream? You only live about 500 miles away. I could make it in time to see the ducks.

[lauren]

Hey!! Hooray for your good day!! Im jealous. I have had a "sit on your butt all day and feel mildly guilty about doing absolutely nothing when you KNOW company is coming over today" kind of day. meh. It was only mild guilt:)

[andnotbysight]

Good for you! I would ordinarily go for your two freak-out options, too, so I think it's very cool that you didn't freak out.