I was not going to lose my mind after I birthed the Goblin. I've heard from various women that it happens, but of course it won't happen to me, I'm different, yadda yadda.
Well I forgot some Very Important Items while packing for my little trip including, but not limited to: cell phone charger (with a nearly-dead phone), baby bathsoap & medicine, extra blankets, enough diapers, a decent memory card, tripod and "reflectors."
20 diapers in 36 hours?!!
I also Pricelined a hotel that turned out to be more expensive than if we had just found one on our own because I was running around like a crazy person, trying to pack while my baby screamed and/or slept in the swing.
During the drive I turned off the phone for a while, hoping to make the battery last longer. Behold, my cell phone battery is a battery of wonders and verily, it lasted until the trip home today. Amen.
Yesterday my main camera battery died just when I was getting set up and I couldn't get the memory card to work. (Of course!) So I ran back and forth between the car and the park several times, left my keys on a tree branch - a tree branch?! - found an Office Max while looking for a Walmart and bought another card, while Lu and Dustin watched my baby.
Behold, my baby is a baby of wonders and verily, he slept through the ENTIRE frantic setup, photo shoot and subsequent drive back to the hotel. But he used up all his Sleep Cash, so by nighttime he was bone dry.
It seems the child doesn't like to sleep in hotels or to be away from home, period. So after two terrible nights I threw in the towel and we headed for home. Forget the Tanger Outlets, Shabby Apple garden sale, car auction, GOLF TOURNAMENT. I didn't get to watch Slice play at all.
I might have stayed, if I had brought my cell phone charger and more diapers along.
This damage is irreversible, isn't it?