An epic St. Paddys

Since I don't get dressed every day (really, it's true) now that I'm stay-at-home, I take whatever opportunity I have to go out to get dressed up, or in this case as it was St. Patrick's, to theme-dress. (Not like a leprechaun, but to color-coordinate with the holiday!) I was supposed to do a few fun things: take Max to a play date in the morning which involved decorating shamrock sugar cookies with other new moms, and then a cupcake and wine party hosted by Bethy's Cakes in the late afternoon. 

None of the above happened.

I have no outfit pics of my failed attempt to go out––too much craziness ensued––don't you worry, my mint-colored dress will make an appearance soon again! But here is Max (looking sheepish, you'll see why!) in St. Paddy's green, and here is what happened 48 hours ago . . .

8:30am: Feed baby.
9:00: Put him down for a nap.
9:10: Eat breakfast/pump/check email.
9:30: Take dog out for a walk.
10:00: Help cut The Fella's hair.
10:15: Go to library to return materials.
10:45: Feed baby.
11:15: Dress myself and baby.
11:30: Head out to playdate . . .  

{ It was a huge HUGE, novice mistake to try to drive to East Lakeview on St. Paddy's (i.e. college students + drunken holiday = WTF was I thinking??). By the time we made it to our destination, less than 5 miles away, 40 minutes later, street parking in Lakeview was impossible due to St. Paddy's and I had a hysterical baby in the backseat who'd been screaming for the better part of the ride. So... executive decision... a-home we went with Max screaming even harder, if that's possible, for the trek back. Do you know how nerve-wracking it is to drive with a screaming baby?? No? I'll loan you Max. }

12:20: Return home. Drop baby off upstairs with The Fella for taming while I circle around looking for street parking.

 

12:35: Stuff down a quick lunch while decompressing.

12:55: Change baby.
1:00: Feed baby.
1:45: Put baby down for nap. Lots of screaming.
2:00: Baby finally down!
2:45: Baby wakes up; diaper change and playtime.
3:00: Feed baby.
3:45: Playtime.
4:15: Haul a stroller down a flight of steps, bring the dog downstairs
4:22: Go back upstairs to get baby.
4:25: Baby strapped into stroller, dog on a leash.
4:30: Take baby and dog on walk (and by walk, I mean try to get the dog to cooperate walking with me and the stroller) . . .

{ There was no way in hellz I was going to subject him to the car seat/car again today, so I gave up on the idea of cupcakes. And wine. Wine, I could use lots of it by now. But I did feel confident enough to take him and FurFur on a stroll around the neighborhood. Stupid, stupid!! You would think most babies like being pushed around... no, not Max... I think he would be happy if Mommy "wore" him for the rest of his baby life. }

5:00: Dropped off dog back home.
5:05: Strolled screaming baby to the French-Vietnamese resto in the neighborhood where I had phoned in a takeout order earlier.
5:20: Return home and bring crying baby upstairs.
5:22: Go back downstairs to haul up the stroller.
5:25: Try to eat a Vietnamese spring roll and chicken wing while interacting with baby in his jumper. 
5:30: Baby screams at me, unhappily.
5:45: Give up on the half-eaten chicken wings and hold baby instead.
6:00: Change diaper of a very mad, distressed baby.
6:05: Nurse mad baby.
6:30: Put baby to sleep for the night. Hallalujah!
6:45: Pass out on the couch––ironically, not from too many green drinks!––with chicken wing scraps and chopsticks strewn about me. 

The end.