A Snickers kind of day

A hectic, hectic, hectic day.

Today I had a noon bid deadline at work today. On top of other scheduled meetings. And other impromptu meetings. And many, many other questions. Other extraneous roles. And a baby who is back to waking 2-3 times at night. Yet I still embrace all of it.

I jaunt out of the office at 430pm, because I need to get to daycare by 530. Before 530pm is really preferred. I get there and the daycare lady said my husband forgot to drop off payment this morning, and really it's due every Tuesday of the week. They don't take credit cards, nor checks. And we don't regularly visit the ATM. That task is always a screeching halt to your momentum - like that someone paying at the register with an old-fashioned check, in the Visa commercial.

Finally I have Stella in the car, and I realize she is down to four pouches of baby food. I try to tell myself we'll feed her whatever we eat. But tiny salad bites will not be filling enough for her growing body. And I'm a fool to think I'll have time to cook and bake her solid finger foods tonight. So I make a Target run with her, doing my due diligence with the cart wipes before plopping her into it.

She decides the cart ride is not bumpy, or exhilarating enough for her (she's barely 11 months, by the way), and tries to stand up a few times. As I've had to carry her half the time, I just try to get out of there. Thirty minutes and done! My quickest Target run!

I can't forget to tell you though, is how I had to keep her curious baby mind entertained at the long register line. She keeps pointing to things. She wants things in her hands. I look around, and decide she will only tear up magazines. She cannot have gum. She cannot have candy. But a candy bar sounds kind of good to me. Sheepishly I hand her a Snickers bar, confident that her fingers are not strong enough to tear through the wrapper, and feeling victorious that I would have a snack on the drive home.

I deserved a Snickers bar. I ate it without guilt.*

*Only half of it. I gave the other half to my mom. 

​Tag: working mom, not sleeping parent, tired mom, new mom