Holy Moley

Call me a basket case. One would think that I am 32 years old and would know that before I go out of town, I need to take the day off. I have been this way all my life and should have seen this coming, but no, once again it has hit me like a brick.

Starting last night on our way home from dinner, the baby was crying, so my husband pulled over on the side of the road to get the diaper bag out of the trunk. I have no idea why I put the thing in the trunk, but I did. Fate perhaps.... As he was pulling over, we heard a big bang. There is was, our tire blew! My husband and my dad, jacked the car up, put the donut on and in 15 min flat, off we went. With the tire forgotten, we had a great night and of course I blew past my normal bedtime of 9pm and finally fell asleep at 1am. Thank goodness my dad was willing to take on the tire task the next day. Turns out, we have one of the most expensive tires. Would it be any other way? This isn't good since we have no money in the checkbook. There is no good way to handle accidents, they all suck!

I think I am so excited for this baptism, that I have totally wound myself up. RELAX! I say to myself! Enjoy your family! Geez- where is my calm alter ego? She comes and goes.

In any event, we have decided not to leave for home tonight and will be leaving early tomorrow morning. Grandpa and Nonnie are taking us out for a fantastic, hopefully relaxing dinner and then home for early bed. I can't wait to see my little Peanut, who no doubt has been the center of Nonnie and Grandpa's world today.

After all is said and done, I am extremely tired and had a slight meltdown in the middle of the day. I am very luck to have a wonderful husband that does not judge me and loves me for every mountain I make out of a mole hill.