This Past Weekend

SO Brian works nights throughout the week. Usually the weekends are our only time that we get to spend together as a family. My favorite days of those weekends would have to be Saturdays, which I’m sure A LOT of families enjoy. Typically we’ll sleep in a little bit (if Reynold allows it..) spend our mornings working out, stop by the local farmers market and relax the rest of the afternoon with video games, TV or just fun talks and baby time. Brian and I like to make this night our date night if we can find a babysitter. I know sounds like a dream right? Well that is if everything goes as planned. I don’t think we have EVER been able to fit all of those things into one Saturday, but that’s what having a kid will do to ya.

This past Saturday was one of those days that I was just itching to get out of the house. I get like this sometimes where I’ll just get so stir crazy that it starts to effect my mood and my overall happiness. Usually a quick trip to target will suffice but I seriously needed like a big adventure. So Brian’s idea was the mall… no seriously this was a good plan I swear. We were going to drop Reynold off with Brian’s parents, go to the mall, walk around for a bit, get some coffee (hey there Starbucks) and then leave and catch up with some friends. Good plan right? It would be enough to get my stir-craziness and relax me for the weeks to come.

Well… that’s not how things worked out. Right off the bat Brian and I had a misunderstanding about if we we’re taking Reynold to the mall or not. In retrospect my anger over this was a little over zealous; yes we could have taken him with us but I hate being THAT lady with the stroller trying to fit through racks and knocking things off of displays… not to mention you have to search far and wide for an elevator. Okay okay see I was being terribly stubborn about this. SO after dropping Reynold off and heading to the mall we get a call right as we were pulling in. It was our friends telling us that they were heading to the restaurant we were going to meet them at later that night. Brian makes the executive decision to cut down our mall time. Which is fine. We got coffee and headed over to a boutique, had an unnecessarily long chat with a sales associate (I get it girl, you have to get those sales), and then left the mall. About thirty minutes later we get to the restaurant and get some waters ordered. Before the waitress gets back we get a call from Brian’s Mom. Currently Reynold is dealing with a flare up of eczema and it had gotten increasingly worse since we had left. So we left and were back home before 9:30.

SO we get home and the first thing we do is get Reynold ready for bed, I feed him and get him down before 10:00 (woo!). At this point I’m thinking, hey at least something has gone right tonight. I decide to celebrate with a bubble bath, a glass of wine and some Skyrim (by the way, thank you Brian for the nintendo Switch, I have always dreamed of playing Skyrim in the bathtub). After about thirty minutes of everything being absolutely amazing I hear shuffling and crying coming from down the hall. Even though Brian probably can handle getting him back to sleep I decide to get out anyway because ya know why not. As I go to get out of the tub my arm hits my phone and it PLUMMETS into the water. Awesome. At least it’s “water-resistant”.

After about two hours of intermittent crying and a snack along the way, we finally get Reynold to fall back asleep (in his own bed I might add). At 1am Brian and I just cut the day as a loss and went to sleep.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m not mad about how my day turned out, just a little bit frustrated that things didn’t go as planned. We fixed everything by literally staying in bed until 1pm the next day. In retrospect I don’t think my frustrations were even justified. I’m slowing learning to lower my expectations for a fun Saturday night, because that’s what you do as a parent. Not every weekend has to be eventful, but sometimes you just gotta get out and do something.

Ps. if you’re wondering, my phone is okay…. I think. AND Reynolds eczema is almost nonexistent. Yay!