Do you have the time, to listen to me whine?

Cuz it's gonna be about nothing and everything all at once.

Today was a crappy day. I don't know exactly WHAT was so bad... it just sucked...

Jonathon and I had our date today for lunch. My parents watched Bailey and we went to Buffalo Wild Wings.


The food was mediocre at best. The service left something to be desired. There was pee on the toilet seat. Then we went to TJ Maxx hoping to score some exciting deals on clothes for Bailey for next summer... well, I was a little more excited about this part of the trip. They had tons and tons of 6 month and under girls clothes. Cute stuff. Nothing but U-G-L-Y in 12-18 months.

We got back to my parents house to pick up The Bug and she wasn't in the best mood. Jonathon and I got in a fight. He went home to take a nap and I stayed at my parents for a while to try to relax. We went to my grandparents house so they could hold the baby, and my grandma about gave me an anxiety attack because it looked like she was going to drop her. Then we went to Schnucks because my mom said she thought they had diapers in the clearance bin for $5, plus I had a few coupons. Well, they were all gone. So we went out for Mexican.

Bailey decided to have a giant blowout poop toward the end of dinner. Green poo everywhere in the carseat and in her clothes... there was not a changing table in the restroom so we had to try to change her on a bench in the back of the restaurant. She screamed and screamed because we had to strip her naked. I didn't even have enough wipes with me to do a halfway job with this type of disaster. (And I probably used at least 8 before running out!) So then we had to carry a poopy, naked baby by her armpits into the bathroom and get some paper towels wet. She was still screaming. The. Entire. Time. We toweled her off, put a clean outfit on her, washed the poo off our hands (yes) and also off my mom's shirt. It was more than a little bit. We had to majorly wipe down the changing pad before putting it in the diaper bag. Which I happened to sit in a giant puddle of water that was mysteriously on the bathroom floor. Probably the one issue NOT caused by my child's bodily functions. At this point we apologized to the other guests for ruining their meal while Bailey screamed for at least ten minutes, and plus I'm sure they saw her poo which was in plain view thanks to the lack of changing table. We paid our bill and made a speedy exit.

Then I got home and found out that Jonathon ate the leftovers that were supposed to be for tomorrow night. Damn, now I have to cook. He said he wanted to get to bed early but it's now 12:23 and he is playing a video game in the living room. Whatever. I am sitting here watching a rerun of Jerry Springer and the chick is making both of her boyfriends take a paternity test. I guess I could have worse problems.

I think I should go to bed before I get even more irritated.