Ellery and I often go visit Sam at work. It makes his day and calms him down and so it's something we do. Sometimes it stresses me out just a bit because inevitably whenever we finally get around to going, she's about fifteen minutes away from needing to be fed or needing a nap. Weird how I haven't figured out how to plan better to just take her right after she's eaten and slept, but apparently I'm a glutton for a crying baby. Someday I'll learn how to be a mom. But anyway, usually on the way to his office, she's crying, and I'm saying, "Ellery, daddy will be so happy to see you. Sometimes we have to do things we don't like for other people that we love, and that's called sacrifice." I take every opportunity to teach her things, people. She answers me by screaming more.
Today we especially needed to visit Sam at work because this morning I may have been a little grumpy with him. I was up with the baby a few times last night and pretty sleepy and the husband leaves before 7am for work every day. And I'm sleeping with baby girl on my chest this morning before Sam goes to work, and he touches my arm and wakes me up and I try to ignore it and stay asleep and he starts talking to me! You know, saying he loves me and he hopes I have a good day and stuff a good husband does before he leaves for work, and I'm like, "WHY ARE YOU WAKING ME UP!?!!" And he says, "Don't be mean," and lowers his head and backs away like a sweet puppy and I go back to sleep. Then I wake up and I'm like, okay, so maybe I was a little tired when I said that and a touch grumpy and I should probably take him a coffee and we should go visit him to make up for it.
So we hit Starbucks first and I am ecstatic to get my own coffee too, because remember how I was up a lot with the baby? When we get to Sam's office I leave my coffee in the car and we go see him and baby girl is just marvelous and even smiles at her dad, even though she's tired and hungry and wet and I just think what a patient little girl she's being. Then we barely make it home before she's just really pissed off and I set my own untouched coffee on the hood of the car while I get her out of her car seat.
Here's my coffee now.
And here's what was left in the cup.
So I grumbled a lot and shook my fist at the sky, because obviously coffee is the most important part of my day. And then I fed the baby and what do you know? She refused to take a nap. So I make coffee myself while she plays and go to get the creamer out of the fridge. Aaaaand we're out of creamer. I'm not kidding you, the sound that escaped my mouth when I was standing there at the open fridge sounded identical to this.
If you're too lazy to click on the link, it's a video of Chewbacca growling.
^^ That's me angrily drinking my made-at-home black coffee. ^^
And speaking of the above picture, I got my hair cut with lots of layers that works really well when my hair is curly. I realized last night that when it's straight, I look like I have a mullet. Awesome.
Needless to say, if these are my biggest complaints about my day, life is pretty darn grand. Right? (And it helps that I have my treat receipt to go get a $2 drink from Starbucks this afternoon.)
So happy Friday, everyone! May your weekend be filled with lots of coffee, babies that take good naps, and husbands that don't wake you up from your precious time sleeping. (Ok, nevermind, your husband can wake you up because in reality it's awfully thoughtful of him.)