My Smart GuyFriday, we got word that Jason passed his certification exam for the new technology platform he attended training on. There were six people in his class and of the five that took the test earlier, only one passed. He had to wait a week to take his exam (due to some crisis at work) and the results from his co-workers was making him nervous. He applied that energy into studying and taking the practice tests and not only did he pass, but he did so with a very good score. Way to go!
Saturday, we strapped the kid into the safety seat and drove to Shelton to attend the 50th Wedding Anniversary party for some old friends. . Shelton is a small, logging town about 30 minutes outside of Olympia, and it's kind of on the way to the strange land where the Twilight Vampires live. I did expect sparkly people to pop out of the woods from time to time.
The party was nice, but other than the happy couple we didn't know anyone. There were people there that knew my parents, but the host was bad at introductions and would introduce us at "Art's daughter" but didn't offer the other persons name. I did have a conversation with a gal who went to high school with my dad and his sister, but it was a short conversation.
Also, while sitting on the couch I found pin in the cushion. Clearly, the lady or lord of the house is a sewer and crafts on the couch. From that moment on my comfort level for letting Lucy roam on the furniture dropped to zero. I'm sure I looked like a crazy person patting the furniture and picking at the cushions, but I couldn't get the memory of all the pins that would be everywhere in Aunt Evelyns furniture. on her floor, or when she'd leave my house after a visit. She was not baby compatible.
The groom, Mike seemed smaller than I remember. Granted I was wearing tall shoes, but for the first time ever he sort of felt old. He seemed pleased to see us and I'm glad we went. I had forgotten how he calls his wife "Mother". Listen up boys, referring to your wife as Mother is creepy and wrong. Jason calls me "mama" from time to time, but he does it when he's speaking on behalf of Lucy. "Mama, can you get me a clean pair of pants?" It is not "Mama, where would you like to have dinner tonight?" or "Mama, wanna make out?" ICK
We stayed at the party for about an hour and then used Lucy as an excuse to move on home. We decided not to backtrack and drove up the peninsula to Bremerton and took the ferry across to Seattle. Our GPS decided we wanted to take the Southworth / Vashon ferry and we didn't figure out the mistake until we were at the Southworth exit off Highway 16. It was 4:05 and we were hoping to make the 4:15 ferry. I knew we wouldn't make it and would have to make Lucy suffer through an hour wait at the ferry terminal. Thank goodness for Jason because he has faith. We paid the toll at 4:13 and were the 3rd to the last car on the ferry. Lucy was happy to be home and even managed to stay up and play until almost 6:45 pm. (party girl!)
Sunday, Cranky Sunday
What is it about a kid who stays up "late" that feels the need to wake up early? Our night owl from the night before woke up to start her day at 5:45 Sunday morning. (Today, Monday, she had to be woken up at 7:00 am!) We don't stay up late unless we have plans, which is a good thing, because even with a 10:00 pm bedtime, 5:45 am on Sunday feels early.
|I'm not touching you!|
My attitude adjustment came far later in the day, so during church I was still cranky and not at all happy with the discovery that it was Palm Sunday. Now, as a day Palm Sunday doesn't piss me off, but they give out palm fronds and the kids (Jason and Eric) can not help themselves by using it to poke their neighbors. To be fair, Jason didn't actually poke me in the face with the fond, but somehow being poked and having the thing .25 centimeters from your face feel like the same things.
After church, we headed home for a two hour nap for little Miss 5:45 is Awesome! Jason did some work and I watched tv and sulked.
We ventured out in the afternoon to the outlets in Woodinville. The Hanna Andersson store does wonders for my mood. The kid clothes are happy and bring summer into my world. I hope Lucy likes girly stuff because I think it's the cutest.
Eddie Bauer had some nice finds too, including a very casual, but pretty summer dress for me and a pair of shorts I would not have purchased had they not been 50% off. I was not at all pleased to discover after we left Woodinville that the clerk did not actually give me the 50% off for the shorts. Grumble. Rather than head back to Woodinville, we're going to stop at the outlet store in North Bend on our way to visit the Granger Grandparents and if they can't make the price adjustment I'll simply return the darned shorts. Grumble.
All these minor irritations were nothing compared to how bad I felt for Lucy. She had a "poop situation" or rather "I need to go and can't" situation. Poor little bug worked on her problem all day and it was horrible to not be able to help her. We loaded her up on juice (prune) and fruit as well as water but I think we may have just been adding pressure to the backlog (sorry for that imagery.) Finally, at 5:30 she worked something out and it was clear she felt a lot better. I warned the day care teachers that she might be extra poopy today but thankfully they haven't called to say "come get your angry, pooping child."
What I find ironic is that she has one teacher that makes it seem like Lucy is the only child who "goes" a lot at school. "Oh, every diaper, is poopy." Where as, I know for a fact that everybody poops. I read a book once. I guess I shouldn't feel judged when Lucy goes on a regular basis, it is far worse when she doesn't, as that's when I know that her diet is off.
By bedtime I had shaken off my dark cloud and went to bed with a sunny attitude. One of the frustrating things about a bad mood is that it seems to cascade; my ability to roll with normal minor issues is diminished and I'm not the person I want to be. Thankfully, that was yesterday, today I am very much back to normal. In fact, when I cut a hole in my shirt while removing tags from the pretty Hanna Andersson clothes I didn't even cry or curse. The other good thing... only 13 sleeps until we leave for Maui.