Last Monday started off with pajamas and cupcakes. It’s not every day that I can wake up with
one of my best friends, their new baby, and my GiGi. Still tired from the day
before, Lea and I ate leftover cupcakes for breakfast and watched GiGi crawl
around only stopping for tantrums here and there. I’m
not quite sure if she was still exhausted,
like us, from the party – but this girl was totally fussy. I'd
explain the party, but the number of people, the heat, and GiGi's
scream fest was all too much to recount.
(here
is a picture of GiGi, who took occasional breaks from screaming like a
mad woman at the baby shower - luau - party, to pay attention to the
actual words people were saying)
My stomach hurt and there was something definitely amiss
with GiGi, so we decided to keep our pajamas on and head home. I figure if you feel like death on the
inside and look like crap on the outside, one should be able to wear their
pajamas on a 2+ hour car trip.
An hour into the trip we had a meltdown. I knew she was hungry, because all she ate
for breakfast was an entire banana and a sippy cup of milk. Her appetite is hit or miss these days, but
I had hoped that by stopping at a new place she would be excited and actually
eat. I’m pretty sure that was only her
second time eating at a fast food place.
The first thing I did was walk into Jack in the Box of all places,
and order a grill cheese, applesauce, milk, and chicken sandwich (ixnay on the
mayonnaise –aye). While GiGi threw
herself back and wormed around, giggling, I paid and then ran straight for the
bathroom so I didn’t piss myself. Being
alone in a public bathroom with a toddler who is able to walk, but won’t, is a crazy
strategic thing. If you have to pee
pretty badly it’s an even harder task. I’m
not quite sure who designs most bathrooms in restaurants/stores/etc., but they
suck. Every last one of these designers
suck. Okay I take it back – Ikea and
Babies-r-us know whats up. I walk into a
bathroom with ZERO place to let GiGi hang out while I use the potty. She is in a carseat that doesn’t come out of
the car, so there goes the idea of toting her in this way. She wants down, but doesn’t want to
walk. Being pretty fucking germophobic
for the most part, I cant stand the thought of those precious little hands
crawling around the floor, so I lay out about 204 of those ass protectors and
hope she stays still. I just wish these
bathrooms had chairs or some sort of device in there to contain kids.
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