On the road again

Today was the first day I was alone with Jack. It was also our first day back in Bloomington.

Things went relatively well.

Jack and I felt sleeping until noon every day was giving all the other babies a bad name, so we thought it only prudent to try and set a good example. Josh got up and left for work at 8 a.m. Jack and I got up at 9:15 a.m. and ate and got ready for the day and he was back asleep by 10:45.

After Josh brought the car home at lunch, we drove him to work and then ran a few errands at Target and Walmart and then stopped for a beverage at Starbucks. Thrilling.

And I am here to tell you, it is hard work running errands with a baby in a car. Up until now, I had only taken him out in our neighborhood in the stroller. And it's been super easy. But my god, the car is a whole different story.

First I get him in his snowsuit, then I buckle him in his seat, then I take the blanket and drape it over his seat and then we head to the car. I feel like I've put in a full day and we haven't even left yet.

At both stores, I put him in the big part of the cart in his seat. Which left little room for the items to actually go into the cart. So if you saw a woman at the Bloomington Target, spilling shit all over the place and knocking down displays with a wayward Diaper Genie box, I apologize. Really, I am sure you didn't want to use your left foot anyway. The cart marks on your shoe will buff right out with a little elbow grease.

By the time we got back home, I was exhausted and thinking this was not such a good idea. And then it started all over again when Josh needed to be picked up from work. This sharing a car thing was a lot easier when I could just grab the keys and run out of the house.

But Jack and I got along swimmingly. He slept most of the day, allowing me time to read blogs and drink martinis. Which is exactly how a good little child should behave. I also did laundry and made dinner. Which is exactly how a good little wife should behave.

What's that sound? Oh yeah, it's me retching in the garbage over that load of crap.

I am not sure if it really counts as making dinner anyway if all you do is cut up a rotisserie chicken and heat up some mashed potatoes and corn. But I did put it in the microwave and presented it artfully on a plate. That counts for something