It's been a long day, but overall a pretty good one, minus those 45 minutes of my life I spent trapped in the car with Maddy screaming furiously in the back seat and there was nothing I could do that made her happy!
On Fridays I get up in the morning, having slept in my own bed the night before because I have Thursdays off, so that is nice. I almost always go out to breakfast with RA on Friday morning, but when I accidently woke up at 6:30, I thought it was too early to go out to eat.
I went back to bed for a while, and woke up again at 8:30 when I got a text from a knitting friend asking if I would be at knitting group in the afternoon. I texted back that I would be there, and then I went back to sleep.
When I woke up for real, it was 10 a.m. RA was ready to go out for breakfast, so I took a fast shower and was ready to go! We usually go to one of two restaurants, and each of them has their good points and also their bad ones, so we go to one for a while until the bad starts to outweigh the good, then we switch to the other.
Today we were tired of both of them, so we drove through McDonalds and got a breakfast sandwich. I hadn't had one in a long time, but today it was delicious. That and a large Diet Coke was a perfect breakfast.
We drove around in the country (it looked like a postcard, Diana!) so as to find the location of an outdoor wedding reception RA is invited to. We didn't find it this time, but we still have a couple of weeks.
We stopped at the health food store to get some Wheatgrass powder for Rich, as recommended by a friend for the cough and congestion he still has after the bronchitis in May. In the parking lot of the heatlh food store there is a farm stand in the summer, and they have the best peaches, so we bought peaches and sweet corn. I looked at the cantalopes, but they were so huge that I couldn't get excited about the idea of cutting them up, so I didn't buy one - this time. Maybe next week.
Later Laura picked me up for knitting, which was pleasant. Rachel met us there, and it was fun to see everyone. We had planned to leave together to go to Rockford for shoe shopping, so we picked up Maddy from Rachel's place, and took her to Shoe C@rnival, the happiest place on earth.
Maddy and I just walked around the shoe store while Rachel tried on shoes. Maddy was wearing her monkey backpack, with a tail for a leash. She looked at herself in the mirrors, and she found out that pushing the shoeboxes in is fun. They are all stacked up and she just shoved random boxes inward as she walked by.
We went to @ld Navy next door and bought cute shoes for Maddy, and a very beautiful new sweater for Fall. She found a tub full of soccer balls, and she really wanted to take one home, but she had to leave without it, and that is where things took a turn for the worse.
Starting with being mad about us not buying that ball for her, which looking back, I so wish we had done, she was mad about the cashiers, mad about getting back in the carseat, furious when we offered her some crackers, and she just screamed and flailed all the way home. Even her favorite Ben Folds and Cake songs didn't make her happy. By the time we got home I was ready to cry myself.
Rachel dropped me off and took that angry baby home, and I went into the house, where Rich had been enjoying a quiet afternoon of dogwalking and watching a Star Trek movie. He had also bravely drank a glass of wheatgrass powder mixed with, I think, water. He reported that it was disgusting. I didn't mean for him to just drink it like that, I was planning to make him a smoothie or something! I'll try that tomorrow and see if I can make it taste better.
I was so tired from the screaming car ride home, and I certainly didn't want to watch Star Trek, so I went up to my room and got into bed, planning to take my evening nap before work. I had a message from an old friend on my phone, so I called her and ended up talking for an hour! So that was a better end to my day, and now I'm at work.
Rachel says that poor baby was cranky all evening. Maybe she is getting more teeth?
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