The husband and I ate breakfast and I thought the baby might sleep a bit so I could do a quiet time. Alas, the babe awoke before the husband left and then we began our day. After nursing and his breakfast I got a call from the husband. "I've left the cookies at home," he said. I looked up at the counter and sure enough. There was the tupperware full of my fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies that I had made the night before. Since the husband was so excited and had entered my cookies in his work baking contest I knew he would want them. He told me not to worry that he would come home at lunch and get them.
So, I didn't worry and headed off to work at the Sandwich Sisters at church. (This is where 4 people volunteer each week to make sandwiches for the homeless. The church provides those nice nursery ladies that the baby so adores, so I go once a month. A break and I get to help with world hunger. Who can beat that?)
After we finished making sandwiches with lightning speed I went to pick up the boy. He was still sleeping so I called the husband. It worked out that I volunteered to run by the house to get the cookies and then deliver them to his hot little hands since I had time. The baby wakes up and we head home. I quickly feed him a cheese snack in the car (messy business that cheese...messy, messy business, but very handy), run in the house, and then head to the husband's office.
After arriving a little early I had to circle his building (this is not easy with the one way streets and numerous stop lights) before he came out. I hate parking and I feel like I'm going to get arrested by a federal marshal if I stay near the entrance too long. This is a leftover fear that stems from the mean, mean airport personnel that glare and treat you like a felon if you try to pull up in a car and wait at the baggage claim while one's husband waits for the slowest airline in the world. I digress, but isn't this a fun story?
I dropped off the cookies and headed home. The child is going through a wonder week and is following the signs of development like clockwork. So, today he was fussy, then incredibly charming, and really clingy. As I was trying to put the boy down for a nap the husband calls and confesses, "Um, I got the wrong date for the baking contest. It is really tomorrow. So, I'll donate the cookies to my floor and I'll pick up more cooking making ingredients on the way home tonight." Sigh
Well. Fussy pants doesn't seem to be able to sleep. So, after an hour and 1/2 of trying and hearing him cry I packed a banana for him to snack on, loaded him in his stroller, and we walked to Kroger for cookie making ingredients.
So, now I am baking cookies. Again. I hope I win. Is that selfish?
2 comments:
I hope you win, too.
I had to laugh about your federal marshal's comment. It's so true! Whenever I'm at the courthouse waiting for Phil the marshal in charge of the parking lot eyes me suspiciously. :)
I know. It like they think the woman with the baby in the back is going to bomb the courthouse or something.
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