Good intentions...

well you see i have so many good intentions. really, i do. i get so excited about planning moments, excursions, parties, and just wish i had that little connector from one side of my brain ( the creative side) to the other side ( the planner side). all would be well if only that happened.

we gals threw melanie’s shower today...wanting it to be a shower that reflected her. she is SO thoughtful and amazing at hostessing things for the rest of us gals, i just kept thinking “don’t fail me now, mare. you can do it!” we wanted it to be a fancy-smancy and classy. why? because mel is classy.

but when it calls for a last minute run to the grocery store,all seems well. i can hack it. but after waiting over 20 minutes for a taxi in the blazing sun, with my cute layla-bear i started to lose my cool...crunching the numbers for time i had left, watching the cute skin of my babe’s leg endure the sun, trying to figure out how much time i had before i needed to feed claire next...

getting to the store and then manueraving stroller, purse and groceries ( how do you do that?) realizing that my last-minute run was gathering momentum and not sure how i would carry all the grociers, new grinder i found on sale, claire, stroller, purse up the hill to the place to wait for a taxi, on a day that no taxi’s could be found.

fish out of water.

alas, a really sweet employee carried eVERythING for me. and a driver stopped for me, when he was turning everyone else down.

but everything went like that today. it seems so easy in your head. no big deal. but then as you start doing things...the gas is out of the oven, you drop the bowl of butter on the floor...you prepare your food way-to-early for the party and wonder what you were thinking, because it is going to be soggy.

so the moral of the story is this. things are not as they appear. you can’t just “take a quick trip to the store” anymore. you forget baby, breastfeeding, waiting for taxis, carrying things, cooking times, and well...that was my day.

BUT, i do have to say, having my little buddy in all of this makes the day so much sweeter. she just smiles and takes it all in. cooing and creeping all over the floors and not phased by spilled butter or long waits. as long as i play with her, sing to her, and smile at her, she is a happy camper. lesson learned. drink it in.