Counting Stars and Calories

Do you ever just spend hours running errands and it completely takes up your day? 4.5 hours of driving here and there, taking Brixton out of the car and back in, adjusting seat straps, holding hands in parking lots, navigating through shops. Not quite like going at it alone.

Curtains. Today it was all about curtains.

We got an "early" start and by early I mean we were dressed and out the door by 9:30. I was feeling pretty smug and proud about that until we pulled up to World Market and saw the sign stating they opened at 10. Niiiiiiice. Glad I rushed and wasted all that smug for nothing.

We went to Panera to kill 20 minutes. They started posting the calorie content of the food there on the menu. It is very, very disturbing. I don't need to know that my muffin was 450 (!!!!) calories, or that a M&M cookie is 420. Seriously, 420? I would have thought closer to 200. Anyway, I commited to the muffin and then since I felt depressed about the 450 empty calories I was about to eat, I decided to add a vanilla mocha to the order. No whip (cause that makes a difference.) Expect the guy didn't care/hear/forgot and added the whipped cream anyway. Oh well. It was delicious. And this is why 3 years out I still like to call it all baby weight.

As it turned out, finding something as simple as curtains just wasn't that simple. And isn't that how it always is? You don't need something and you're like, "Wow! I love this ___________!! I wish I could get it!" Then the second you actually need something, have husband approval for the purchase and the time to go find it, you can't find anything.

After 4.5 hours filled with 8 stops (including an emergency bathroom visit at Hobby Lobby), I got us home and made lunch--Ramen noodles and a strawberry bar---chuckle. Then Brixton and I collapsed into my bed and fell asleep.

I woke up to noise. A voice. Shuffling. It was Brendan. It was 5:30. Crap. We had slept for 2 hours. Brixton lay next to me snoring.

Out to the living room I went. The somewhat messy, dusty living room. We just moved all our furniture around, so it's all a bit disordered.

I felt the cold shoulder as soon as I entered the room.

"It's a tough pill to swallow when I work hard all day and I come home and you're napping and haven't done anything." --Husband

Well, let me get you a drink of water to help that pill slide down a little easier. Sometimes errands need to be run. Some days the hunt for a lamp or a picture frame or a rug is just more important in my little-woman brain than staying home and making sure I can put a check next to "Clean Bathrooms." That day was today.

He hated all the curtains. The search continues. And I'll clean the damn bathrooms tomorrow.