Sometimes I act like a brat. Sometimes outwardly, sometimes only in my head. This afternoon my mom and I went to the mall in search of a Christmas outfit for Camper and I gave into one of my brattier tendencies by spouting off all about a girl I saw there carrying her premature baby around in his PJ’s (it was cold enough for me to dress Camper in a long-sleeved onsie, jeans, socks and shoes, a wool sweater, fleece vest, AND hat). How do I know he was premature? You may ask? Well, people, he looked like he weighed about 5 lbs., and he was ON OXYGEN.
YES.
Freaking ridiculous. TAKE CARE OF YOUR CHILD. As in, AT HOME. There you go. I judged you. Full out.
Moving on.
We never did find a Christmas outfit. However, after we got home I was looking through some pictures that my parents had gotten out and found a picture of me in a little white outfit with candy cane piping and said, “I wish you still had this!” And then my mother went into her bedroom and got it. Yes. She had it handy. The outfit says “Baby’s First Christmas” and is WAY too small for Camper (I was wearing it in the picture at about 11 months, so I guess I was smaller at that age) but it came with a hat!!! A cute one! And I think it’ll do for a Christmas picture very nicely. I mean, it’s pretty much a PJ hat, but for some reason it fulfills whatever desire I had for something festive. I think my Auntie Paulette bought it for me about 25 years ago. The gift that keeps on giving :)
In other news, I accidentally glared at a woman in the parking lot of a gas station tonight. I was waiting in the car and the light was on so I could amuse my child, she came out with a couple of those little ice cream cups that you eat with a wooden stick (that is NOT a spoon, yo) and I felt so immediately jealous of her that I shot her a look. A mean one. And I know she saw me. If I could apologize I would say:
“I am very sorry, ice cream woman, that I cast a dismal cloud on your happy little snack. I was just jealous that you had something that looked so yummy to me and for some reason I’m a brat tonight. I hope you enjoyed your treat. And remember, DON’T lick the wooden notspoon to get the final bit of ice cream off. Then you’ll just feel like you’ve eaten a wooden stick.”
And I’m pretty sure that as we drove home and I was running at the mouth about irresponsible mothers and babies on oxygen she was spouting off about nasty women who glare at other women for no reason. Or she just went on with her life and I had no impact whatsoever. (You’re so vain… DOON’T YOOUUUU DON’TTT YOOOUUUUUUU.)
So! John has two days off! IN A ROW!!! He kindofmaybe has a church meeting tomorrow, but I think in the interest of our family’s (i.e. my) sanity he will not be attending. He hasn’t had a Saturday off since he started this job, and I just want him around. For two whole days. It’s going to be amazing. And I’m not being sarcastic. I cope pretty well with the fact that people are USUALLY home, but I don’t really like to be on my own I don’t think. I like having people around much, much more. Specifically my husband. Lucky, really, that I like him so much.
And now I’m signing off.
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