Today was David's day off. Around 3:00, Joony threw his toy tractor at me and started screaming and whining and something inside of me snapped. I just felt so overwhelmed with his tantrums, with teething, with whining, with Hot Wheels being thrown, with being tired, I'd just had enough. Maybe you've had moments like that? I feel like every time someone blogs about how hard being a mom is they have to throw in, "But I love them so much! As much as I love him, which is so so much, it'skindofhardsometimes BUT I LOVE EVERY. LAST. SECOND!" And I hope that goes without saying. I hope you know I cherish my son every single day.
But also sometimes I'm just...so...done. I mean, did you read my last post? Mom-ming is chaos, yo.
Luckily, David was home and told me I should go run an errand or do something on my own, and I did.
I grabbed my wallet and my phone and my keys and walked out the door without assembling the usual sippy cup/snack pack/fruit squeezy/Hot Wheels fleet/diaper bag. I had a pint of paint to pick up (say that 10 times fast) from a friend in Rexburg, so I took off and the drive was good.
A few things to note about this hour I spent by myself today:
1. I took David's little truck, and felt like I got a peek at a private part of his life, seeing the world from his driver's seat and listening to his radio presets (which are much better than mine). Maybe that's silly.
2. I went to this local dairy store that had advertised Dirty Dr. Peppers, which I've heard are freaking delicious. I thought it was a Dr. Pepper with lime and coconut and maybe half and half (googling later proved me rightt!)...but this place charged me $4 and gave me a Dr. Pepper float with ice cream. It was good, and I won't complain about ice cream, but just...not a dirty Dr. Pepper. Will be creating DDP's of my own in the future.
3. Burst into tears when a semi truck full of cattle drove by. Of course.
4. Got to tromp around through the snow a little bit to get to my friend's house, all bundled up, and breathing that fresh air felt dang good.
5. As I pulled back into my neighborhood, "Angel in the Centerfold" came on the radio (see previously mentioned superior radio presets). I yelled, "What? Are you serious?" around a mouthful of Dr. Pepper/ice cream and then sang along to every last word, whistling and nah-nahs included.
6. Snapped this picture right before I got home, and it was just perfect.