Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Glamorous Motherhood

So today was just one of those days. First I went to work and little Red Fish somehow managed to poop all over my new (white) shirt and my pants yet nothing got on her clothing. I didn't have time to go home and change so I had to wash my clothes in the sink with hand soap.

Then I went to lunch with someone and Red Fish (who sat in a highchair for the first time) spent most of the meal barking and panting at my friend. I think she must be spending too much time with the dog. I kind of thought my little dog child was being pretty cute until she snagged a plate off a passing waiter's tray and caused a big collision. (Now there is food on my new shirt.)

Then I went for a haircut. It was badly needed because I have a big weekend ahead of me and my hair hasn't seen a stylist in 15 months. I took Red Fish's bouncy chair in hopes she would snooze because she hasn't had a nap all day. No such luck. Instead she climbed all over me the entire time inspecting each snip and giving her opinion on each step of the process. Very cute but not so great for the haircutting process.

Then when the haircut is finished I see the sign that I dread most- NO DEBIT OR CREDIT CARDS ACCEPTED. Who doesn't take cards in this day and age? Then I have to leave her bouncy seat as collateral and run home and get a checkbook.I pull into the garage and try and shut the garage door so I can leave her in the car for 20 seconds (yes I'm worried in those 20 seconds she will be abducted because she is so cute) and I haven't pulled far enough into the garage and the door hits the bumper of my car. There is no damage but it still wasn't good. Of course by the time I get back to the salon Red Fish is dead asleep which means I have to wake her to go inside. So I carry the small screamer inside to deliver the check.

It's been a long day and I've accomplished very little. Although motherhood isn't doing much for me glamor wise there is a part of me that delights in the everday mishaps and drama of motherhood. I wouldn't trade it for the world.


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