Ridiculous...

...yep, that pretty much sums up my day. Today was just "one of those days" if you know what I mean.

It started off fine. Nothing really unusual. I took a nap while William did this morning, which was super nice, except that of course that meant I didn't get a shower until his second nap of the day, close to 1pm.

I decided that when William got up from that nap I would feed and change him, then we would go to JoAnn so I could buy a couple of things I needed for a present I wanted to make for my friend for her baby shower tonight. One of those cute covered wipes boxes, you know? I was actually at JoAnn last night, but William was literally shrieking at the top of his lungs, and the line at the cut counter was super long, so I just said never mind, we'll come back tomorrow (today). So we did. I found some super cute material and trim that would look great with the pink wipes box I bought and was walking toward the cut counter, noticing how short the line was in comparison to last night....when I realized that my purse was sitting at home on the kitchen counter. So we went home.

Then after we were home for about half an hour I decide to start making dinner. I tried making calzones a few weeks ago and they were absolutely horrible. But then the other day I found a recipe for them (before I just kind of faked it) and decided to go with it. Of course when I looked at the recipe, I realize I'm going to be cutting it VERY close if I want to get them done in time for Trent to eat before he goes to work. So I try to get it done quickly while William is still asleep. Of course, he doesn't feel like cooperating there, and wakes up after only about half an hour of napping. I tried to put him back to sleep but he wasn't having it. So I put him down for tummy time, and he eventually rolled over and then was screaming for me to pick him up while I'm frantically cutting mushrooms and onions to put onto my little dough circles. Amidst the screaming I finally got them put together, realizing before I even put them in the oven that they are not going to stay sealed closed, just like the other ones didn't. I'm worried that they won't come out until Trent needs to be leaving, and they probably won't be cooled off enough to eat anyway, when I realize, hey I still haven't heard from Trent, and he should be leaving for work soon. (He was at school taking tests today). The calzones come out, burnt around the edges, feeling hard as rocks, completely unsealed with stuff oozing out all over my cookie sheet that I forgot to cover in foil.

So then Trent calls, and says he just got done with his last test and wouldn't have time to walk home, could I just bring him his work clothes? I'm all stressed out, so I'm snapping at him (sorry), and I even kind of hung up on him... I don't do that often. So I load up William , turn off the oven, grab his clothes and drive to campus. Well, as I am on my way and sitting at a red light before I can turn left to get there I'm thinking about how none of the stuff I was doing today was working out and Trent probably wouldn't even eat the crappy calzone I made anyway after I went to all the trouble and mess, because he ususally just wants a bowl of cereal when he gets home from work, etc, etc... The light turns green, I'm in a hurry so I step on the gas to turn left....yeah. IN FRONT OF THE ON-COMING TRAFFIC! I didn't even think about the fact that you know, "left turn yeild on green" or whatever the sign says I just thought, "oh good, it's green." I'm sure every car around me, and yes, there were lots, were thinking "what an idiot!!" I mean, who does that...turning left in front of the oncoming traffic...oh, apparently I DO! So luckily I didn't get William and I killed.

So about the time that I'm feeling impending doom concerning my calzones, I began thinking I was just not going to go to the baby shower...way too worn out from the day to drive all the way out to Orem to a house that I don't know where it is. Luckily, while the calzones were in the oven, and before Trent called me, my friend Carly called to see if we could ride together. I decided I could do it if I had someone else with me to get me to go. So I did, and Carly was kind enough to listen to me rant about all of the craziness that was me and my day today. And it turned out really fun. And in case you were wondering, this was like the shmanciest baby shower I've ever been too...Light dinner? Yeah, it was like a huge taco salad buffet with everything you can imagine to put on it, and all in very large quantities. And the cake was awesome. Poor Trent only has a leaky calzone to come home to.

Oh and yes, so I went with only the car seat strap covers I had gotten her and had to tell her the rest of her present was coming later, since I couldn't buy the material without my wallet. And on top of that, as I'm hurrying to wrap the present, I grab a sheet of scrapbook paper and cut a piece off to fold into a card. Then I run into the living room, grab a pen, open the folded paper up...to find that the company that makes the paper had their logo printed all over the back of the paper, which was now the inside of my card. I was out of time and patience, so I just wrote in it anyway, including an apology for my unifinished present and ghetto card.

Anayway, the other thing that made my day better, even in the middle of the craziness was William (well, except for the screaming part). But most of the time he was just happy and smiley and laughing, and just a sweetheart. I love that boy. I mean, seriously, even in the middle of feeling so tense (for what??? did any of that stuff really matter anyway?) he laughed at me and it made me smile, and I remember thinking, what a cute little boy, he can make me smile a genuine happy smile, even when I'm freaking out. Love it!

Anyway, everything's fine now...I'm pretty sure tomorrow will be better.