Friday, July 22, 2011

Postscript to My Smug Mothery-ness Day

Lest you be concerned after yesterday that I've irretrievably turned the Trophy Wife Wagon onto Smug Mummy Expressway, allow me to confess how the rest of that potentially perfect day went post-, er, post:

3:30 pm - 5 pm / Arrive 40 minutes late to pool party. The one way to ensure your toddler will take a long nap is to make plans near the end of his usually short one.

5 pm - 6 pm / Endure howls of boredom from said toddler as we ran unavoidable post-party errands in the Trophy Wife Wagon.

6 pm - 8 pm / Mildly disgruntled play, dinnertime, and bedtime preparation

8 pm - 8:30 pm / Endure howls of protest as said toddler refused to go to sleep, despite considerable direct evidence suggesting state of exhaustion (mine & toddler's).

Because of course it did. Of course.

The next time I'm tempted to toot my own Smug Mummy horn, please refer me to this post. Also, prayer Xanax. Remind me to be grateful for the weensy bits of days I accidentally get right versus expecting the whole she-bang to go swimmingly. Thank you for understanding.

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