Here’s how Saturday played out Baby G. and myself:
6:30AM – Everybody gets up. Mrs. Geek has a sorority sister coming to town, so she has plans for the morning. Baby G. and I also have plans: we’re getting haircuts.
10:00AM – Baby G. and I arrive for our haircuts. The hair salon is nearly empty, and Baby G. has nearly free run of the front of the place while Dad goes in the chair to get his hair cut. Baby G. is generally good, only “re-organizing” some of the hair products on the shelves in the waiting area.
10:20AM – It is Baby G.’s turn in the chair, or rather, in my lap in the chair. Immediately upon hoisting him into my lap, my nose tells me that he needs a diaper change. Lovely. He fusses a little in the chair, but we get out a milk bottle and he is generally a good boy.
10:40AM – Haircut is finished. Baby G. and I head out to the car, but forget the milk bottle. No matter, a diaper needs to be changed. First, find a diaper. I look in the diaper bag, but the diapers there are size 5 (we recently jumped to 6) and damp for some reason. No matter, there is an emergency package of diapers in the car. I find them, but they are also size 5. The diaper is changed and bagged. We head back to the salon and retrieve the bottle.
10:55AM – I have a dilemma. The car needs gas and the car ride is long enough that I’m worried that Baby G. will fall asleep in the car. He’s had a bottle but no lunch. If he falls asleep, the chance of a good nap this afternoon drops significantly. So do I risk that, or do we go out to lunch now and then drive home? I opt for the latter.
11:10AM – After parking the car and walking with him in my arms for two blocks, we arrive at a burger place. I get a bowl of chili for myself. Baby G. gets a bowl of mac’n’cheese.
11:20AM – The food arrives. Baby G. melts down. He doesn’t like the mac. He’s upset that he keeps picking up fries and that they break apart when he tugs on them. He’s upset that he can’t dip the fries in my chili. He doesn’t want milk.
11:23AM – The waitress brings by the check even though neither of us has eaten much. She also offers to bring by some boxes if we need to leave. I say that no, we’ll try to sort it out. Still, she’s going to get a good tip for staying on top of the situation.
11:27AM – Baby G. finally calms down after I pick him up out of his high chair and feed him some goldfish crackers. With improved blood sugar levels comes calmer behavior.
11:35AM – Lunch is finished. It’s $16 lunch bill. The waitress gets a $5 tip. We go to gas up the car at a local Costco.
11:45AM – We head home.
11:50AM – Baby G. begins to nod off.
12:35PM – A sudden bunch up of highway traffic requires some squealing brakes and a sudden, unplanned lane change. This gets my adrenaline pumping, but thankfully no cars rub bumpers (or any of their other parts.) Unfortunately, it also gets up Baby G. He’s not crying, but not particularly happy either.
12:40PM – We arrive home. I check on his diaper. The size 5 diaper has failed and his clothes are soaked. Diaper is changed to a size 6.
1:20PM – Baby G. is still not asleep. I decide to check on him. Again, I immediately smell the need for a diaper change. Diaper is changed again.
1:55PM – I also need a nap. Baby G. is still not asleep. Will we have to go the whole afternoon with only 40 minutes of sleep instead of the usual 2.5 hours? I also begin to wonder when Mrs. Geek will be getting home. I could use an extra set of hands.
2:10PM – Mrs. Geek finally gets home. I can consider moving to other chores (some house trim needs painting) and a fresh set of hands can try to deal with Baby G.
Was this the worst day that any parent has ever had? Good Lord, no. It was just one of those days when nothing came particularly easy… except possibly the hair cuts. Those were fine.