5:24pm Thursday

As I look back to 3:33pm Tuesday, I am compelled to search my bathroom. Searching for whatever substance, most certainly illegal, could have induced such domestic delirium. Who was that psycho Pollyanna bitch?

Because, now, at 5:24pm Thursday, I sit in my kitchen. I sit here because I am NOT on an airplane to Nashville with Dr. Arm. I sit here because my 2 year old has a fever and my in-laws did a U-turn on I-95 when they heard about it. Just when you think you can escape.

Okay, the fever was 103, and it has been vacillating between 99 and 101, off and on, for the last 10 days. But we all know how these things are, he'll probably be completely well by tomorrow. My in-laws are weak. I am stocked with Tylenol and Motrin. Keep it flowin' and he'll be tolerable. Love of grandchildren should rise above minor viral infections right?

Friday in Nashville, the day I will not have. The day that was supposed to consist of kick ass yoga with my most bootylicious yoga dude of days gone by. Yoga, followed by a facial and a pedicure. Then, shopping and lunch with old friends. This, followed by NOTHING. No schedule, no carpool, no naptimes, nothing and no one for 3 hours.

Bottom line here:  parenthood. You get pregnant and deliver a baby, you're on your own. He or she is YOURS. Yet it takes so many lessons to learn this. As loud as the whining is in my head about not going, there is a louder voice screaming "GROW UP SUCKA." (Funny, that same voice sometimes speaks out loud and screams the same friggin thing to Dr. Arm.)

I've got to grow up. Suck it up. This is life. I am a whiner. A very spoiled whiner. A whiner with two mini-whiners in the other room eating leftover pizza and watching Bolt. (Yes at the SAME time, need you wonder? I put towels down so they wouldn't ruin the new rug, 'KAY???!!!!???)

A whiner, who, just prior to writing this, decided it was 5:20pm, time to open a very nice Cabernet. That should complement the leftover leftover pizza (you know, the scraps the kids didn't eat)?

Yea. Pretty close to how it would have complemented my filet at The Palm steakhouse in downtown Nashville.

Oh crap, there's the voice again.

Comments

[Robin]

Does Chris know the Palm is a chain??? Just kidding! Anyway, make him take you to Charlotte, there's a Palm there. OR, take a girlfriend to Charlotte and have a girly lunch, mani/pedi and you can shop at the fancy Southpark. It's only 1.5 hours. totally do-able! So, do it. AND STOP WHINING! i will keep to myself that my boys are at grandma's tonight and we had dinner at Firebirds - another chain. miss you!

[Amie]

We ALL have those days. I had one recently and I'm pretty sure you called me in the middle of my temper tantrum?! It went something like...."i don't want to be anyone's effing wife, mother, cook, maid, diaper-changer, etc...today!!!!!!!! I want the days off. I want to call in sick."

[kristin major]

I am very overdue for the Saturday alone. Let me know when you want to escape. :)