Just Call Him Oliver

I am obsessed with anything to do with theater and this morning my precious Trenton was Oliver. The entire morning I kept repeating to myself "Please Sir, I want some more". I was that Mom - the Mom I tried to not be. Here is how the morning played out...

I had a meeting at work at 8:15, so I got up early, got every one ready and was so proud of myself for thinking ahead and packing Trenton's bag last night. I get to daycare, get everything out of his bag and there is NO food. HMMM...I thought I did this last night. So, I tell daycare I will either go get food or call Wes to bring it when someone comes in. I go back to my car to call wes, but uh oh, I forgot my cell phone! So, home I go - I can't take chances that Wes can't do it and Trenton has no food. So, home I go, grab my phone, grab the food, acknowledge the ever so needy dog, and back to daycare I run.

I go in and my poor confused child thinks I am there to pick him up - meltdown ensues. Feeling guilty, I leave my child with the sweet workers and pretend to make him happy with a juice cup. Right, that is what he wanted.

Get in my car, call Wes - he remembers me talking about food, but not actually putting food in his bag. I seriously believe I am going crazy. There is no other explanation. I am a lunatic. I am early, but not prepared...this isn't me!

So, at 8:14 I pull into work - 8:15, still not meeting. 8:30 we get a call, the meeting was changed, but they forgot to tell those involved. Cool.

At least my child has food, I am at work (in one piece) and today is Friday. Whew!

But, I have to post a picture of Trenton - and he is finally starting to sit up!!! Wes sent me this while I was in Nashville. Trenton is at his MeMe and Pop's house and he is such a BIG BOY!