Nuts, anyone?

I'm really tired today. For the past two days, I have been stressing about what to wear to my child's baptism. It's not that I'm vain and I need a perfect outfit or anything, I just want to not look crappy. And for the life of me, I COULD NOT FIND A DAMN THING TO WEAR. After two trips to the mall. And, shit, these trips to the mall are not fun. I picked up Sofia from daycare on Tuesday, then drove to the mall to look around. Robert met us there, but we ended up not leaving until 9 pm, totally screwing up Sofia's bedtime by the time we got home. She wouldn't go to sleep until after 11:30 pm, which resulted in us staying up a lot later. I bought a skirt and blouse I decided I didn't like very much. I decided to keep them but get a different blouse to go with the skirt and then I'd need shoes of course. So, I went BACK to the mall today (I didn't go yesterday because I was tired as hell. It didn't help that Robert worked late and I had no relief with the child.

So my trip today was just going to be me and Sofia, but I quickly realized it wouldn't be that easy. She was sitting in her stroller in the dressing room of Banana Republic and the child was NOT HAVING IT. She decided to pitch a fit until I let her crawl around on the floor. Then she was very happy. I also stupidly did not bring any toys for her to play with, so she kept going straight for the stroller wheels and my shoes. When I put those out of reach she started crawling around and found a foreign object on the ground that appeared very fascinating. I investigated and found the foreign object was a wad of someone's chewed up gum with hair all over it. I almost fainted. So gross. Good thing the child didn't put it in her mouth. So I spent a good while cleaning her hands. Then she didn't want to get back in her stroller, so I strapped on the baby bjorn. Which, of course, makes it impossible to try any clothes on. When Robert offered to come help I excitedly accepted. Unfortunately after he got there he turned into this mean sour thing telling me to hurry up. Like I didn't want to get out of there too? Anyway, yeah, so he met us there and the experience was horrible. I think I've been scarred by this horrible shopping experience. I ended up buying a different outfit, but now I need shoes. And I'm afraid I'm going to freeze my ass off in San Antonio the day of the baptism because my clothes aren't exactly wintery, and mother nature decided to turn south Texas cold for a few days. Go figure.

Our plan is to leave tomorrow night, which is absolutely crazy, but the baptism is on Saturday. I would love to take tomorrow off, but I don't have enough vacation time to cover it. We're spending all next week in San Antonio. I feel like a nutcase with all the shit we have to get done before we go. I hope Robert's mom doesn't drive me further into insanity while we're there. I don't think I can take it.