Mama brain no worky

Can we say that mama was up way past her bedtime last night? I definitely missed a few typos during last nights post even though I reread it (which I don't always do before posting). So no, "I'm missed you guys" is not some new term I'm using, and if you're waiting for the third thing that my midwife's house smells like, keep on waiting.

Gah! Today has been one of those days. It started out nice enough. Babyjama and I went to visit some friends and stayed for lunch, and apart from babyjama screaming and running away whenever her playmate looked at her, it was an enjoyable time for all.

When we did leave to come home, I decided to take the long way so that babyjama would conveniently fall asleep in the car. Everything was going according to plan until I jostled her too much while laying her down, and probably could have settled her back down to sleep, but my bladder was bursting. I thought it would be okay. I'll just sit down to nurse her, and she'll fall right back asleep, so I started to set up a nice nursing nest so that we could just relax and have a nice quiet rest and hopefully a nap. I even let Leo out first in case the mailman were to come by.

But, of course then the phone rang and it was the realtor needing such and such paperwork, which meant that I had to search through the house for it while a very tired toddler ran around screaming and knocking over everything in her path. I swear that child can tear up a room faster than a tazmanian devil. On the plus side, there is no longer anything on any of the surfaces of our livingroom, dining room or kitchen. On the minus side, everything is now on the floor, and wet from having the dog water poured all over it.

I wasn't too worried about the mess at the time. I had found the stuff that I needed, and would go do a quick errand, and maybe babyjama would actually fall asleep in the car again. If not, I could always come back to my nice cozy spot and cuddle with her later.

Three hours later, with more refuse strewn about, a child so tired that she can barely stand up and shrieking at 15 second intervals, I may or may not have in a moment of weakness yelled at her like she was a teenager and told her that I really didn't want to be around her right now, and that I was very angry at all of the things that she was doing. She may or may not have laughed in my face, and I may or may not have gotten a hold of her arm and considered for a long hard moment the benefits of spanking her (even though I've long been against the practice). I can decisively say that I decided against spanking, and instead decided to quickly make another concerted effort at a nap.

Thank GOD it worked. Papajama is in the world's longest meeting after school today, and I might have had to lock myself in the bathroom if it had kept up much longer. That's all for now. Kumquat is hungry. "FEED ME SEYMORE" (sp?)