Ever Have That Dream...

You know the one. The one where you show up at school naked? Well, that didn't exactly happen to me today, but I sure felt like it had. But first, let me rewind to the beginning... My dear, sweet Hayden decided sleep wasn't on the agenda last night. From 10:00 t0 about 12:40, I rocked, I snuggled, I sang, I fed, I did everything I could think of to get this child to sleep. No luck. Jason woke me up around 6:00 or so this morning, just to let me know he'd woken up early. So I had him get dressed for school, made him breakfast, and let him play the Wii until it was time to go to school. Hayden and I got back home after taking Jason to school around 8:45. I sat her up with her breakfast, turned on Baby Einstein, and crashed on the couch. Five minutes later, I had a raspberry-face in mine, with a pudgy little hand tapping my shoulder, "Mommy? Mommy?" She'll do this until you respond, so I got up, got her cleaned up and ready for the day, and puttered around for another hour, telling myself I needed to get in the shower. I finally did sometime around 10:00, and was ready for the day around 11:00. I wasn't feeling too great, so I decided to try and wear something cute to lift my spirits, so I put on a swishy brown skirt, purple top, and a white sweater with sparkly brown espadrilles. It still didn't do the trick. I just felt in a funk. Most likely from the lack of sleep. So I called Jared and asked if we could meet him for lunch. He said he was busy with their month-end close, but if I didn't mind a quick lunch in the cafeteria, he could do it. So, we headed for Milpitas, and a quick lunch it was indeed. On the way home, I decided to stop at Walgreen's as I had a prescription to pick up, among some other things we needed. Hayden refused to get in the shopping cart, and I reasoned that since we were only going in for 2 things, it wouldn't be too big a deal, right? WRONG! If I headed down one aisle, she'd laugh and start running in the opposite direction. And remember, I was wearing espadrilles, not Nike Trainers, so I was having a hard time catching up to her. I finally slung her over my shoulder, and carried her back to the wall of vitamins, where I needed to pick up a bottle of Melatonin. Here, I set her down next to me, and tried to hold her hand. She quickly yanked it back, grabbed two bottles of whatever supplements were right in front of her, and took off running down the nearest aisle. People just watched and laughed. This happened at least 3 times before I finally found the stupid Melatonin, and was able to get in line to pick up my prescription. For this, I slung her over my shoulders again, like a sack of potatoes. A very wiggly sack. When it was my turn, I had to maneuver my hand under this sack to get my wallet out of my purse, which was underneath her, and pay, one-handed, while the pharmacist tried to tell me how to use this particular medication. Glad when it was over, I carried my toddler outside, where I set her down, grabbed her hand, and set out for the car. We did okay for awhile, until she decided she'd had enough, ripped her hand from mine, and streaked for the open parking lot. Luckily, I was close enough and caught her after a few steps. I carried her the rest of the way to the car, but had to put her down to find my keys in my purse. We were parked on one side of an island in the parking lot. On the other side was the driveway, and beyond that was Panera Bread, which had lots of tables full of people on their lunch breaks enjoying their lunches. Hayden darted for the island. I followed, and caught up with her on the cement. I reached down to pick her up, but as I did, she grabbed the hem of my fabulous swishy brown skirt, and yanked it up to my shoulders, exposing my scantily clad lower half to the numerous patrons of Panera bread. I fought to get my skirt back down around my knees where it belonged, but the damage was done. I could hear the laughter, and see the faces of those trying not to. I hauled Hayden off to the now open car, buckled her in, and drove home. Ah, the joys of motherhood. Pppffffttt!