I'm very lucky in the fact that I don't have to put my son in daycare at the moment. It allows hubby and I to save tons of money in daycare expenses (some of that money goes towards buying my mother-in-law, my mom, and my sisters awesome Christmas & Birthday presents as well as occasional just because gifts for the free childcare) and our son gets to be with family members all the time. He gets to spend each day with one of his grandmothers and sometimes one of his two aunts (depending on whether they have work or their off when my mom watches him).
This morning was a Baldwin Grandma day. Which means he is spending the day with my mom and I have to drop him off. We live with my MIL so when she has him I just have to leave him home with her. Everything went fairly smoothly. I woke up at 5, the baby slept until 6 which allowed me to actually make myself eggs this morning for breakfast and put most of my make up and clothes on before he woke up. I left the house around 7:20ish (I try to leave at 7 but hardly ever make that deadline) and drove to my mom's house. This is where things started to get hairy. In Freeport Mav started having a minor car seat meltdown. I hate when I'm driving alone with him and he starts to cry in the car seat. I do not wish to follow the cry it out method so I feel like scum of the earth when I have to keep driving while my son is crying in the back seat whether it's minor crying or full on hysterical crying. I can't wait to get to where I'm going so I can take him out, hold him, hug him and get him what he might need. So when I got to my mom's I was harried. I got Mav out of the car seat ASAP, grabbed my purse put a few things he needed in my purse and walked into my mom's house to get him dressed and nurse him before running to work.
So it nears the time I should be leaving my mom's to get to work. I try to be sly and get out the door while he's distracted because he has a little separation anxiety now and I can't find my keys. I rummage through my bag, can't find them. I look around my mom's house can't find them. It's getting later and later and later. I go out to the car and look desperately in the car window thinking I locked them in the car. Finally I give in. I call my job to tell them I'm running late....again. ( I don't remember how many times I've been late to work since becoming a mom). I call hubby to tell him I think I locked my keys in the car and I finally confess to him that I have lost the spare valet key he gave me a long time ago in case I was ever in this situation. I ask for his sound advice since he's my voice of reason especially in a mini crisis that I often create. He tells me to have my sister drive me to work and he'll drive from our house in suffolk to Baldwin.
So I go to work without my lunch bag, without my cell phone, without my work tote and just my purse. My sister drives me in with the baby in the car seat my family has for him. At this point I'm trying to breast pump so I don't have to take a pump break when I get to work. Try using a manual breast pump while you are sitting next to an 8 month old. I got maybe half an ounce out in between him wanting to play with different parts of my breast pump and him also wanting to nurse while he's in the car seat which is something I let him do when I have someone else to drive myself and the baby around.
I get to work and about an hour later hubby calls. He unlocked my car and there's no keys to be found. He gave my stuff to my family who visit me with the baby every lunch break when they watch him. I search my bag for the 3rd time still no keys. So he says goodbye to me and tells me he will leave my sister with his key to my car. My mom calls a few minutes later. My husband finally found the keys sitting under my son's stuffed lion (the place no one thought to look). All this time, after I was late to work by an hour and will have to take an hour's worth of time, after hubby drove about 20 miles out of his way for me (the second time the poor guy has had to do this), after losing my mind over a motherhood issue yet again and the damn keys were right there under my son's stuffed animal.
I am happy though the situation could have been worse. I could have locked the baby in the car. I could have gotten into an accident. I'm sure God or the universe or fate had some reason for me to misplace my keys and be an hour late to work. At least they have been found.
If you managed to read through this most likely TDLR post comment below with your car/keyloss/mommy brain stories!
This morning was a Baldwin Grandma day. Which means he is spending the day with my mom and I have to drop him off. We live with my MIL so when she has him I just have to leave him home with her. Everything went fairly smoothly. I woke up at 5, the baby slept until 6 which allowed me to actually make myself eggs this morning for breakfast and put most of my make up and clothes on before he woke up. I left the house around 7:20ish (I try to leave at 7 but hardly ever make that deadline) and drove to my mom's house. This is where things started to get hairy. In Freeport Mav started having a minor car seat meltdown. I hate when I'm driving alone with him and he starts to cry in the car seat. I do not wish to follow the cry it out method so I feel like scum of the earth when I have to keep driving while my son is crying in the back seat whether it's minor crying or full on hysterical crying. I can't wait to get to where I'm going so I can take him out, hold him, hug him and get him what he might need. So when I got to my mom's I was harried. I got Mav out of the car seat ASAP, grabbed my purse put a few things he needed in my purse and walked into my mom's house to get him dressed and nurse him before running to work.
So it nears the time I should be leaving my mom's to get to work. I try to be sly and get out the door while he's distracted because he has a little separation anxiety now and I can't find my keys. I rummage through my bag, can't find them. I look around my mom's house can't find them. It's getting later and later and later. I go out to the car and look desperately in the car window thinking I locked them in the car. Finally I give in. I call my job to tell them I'm running late....again. ( I don't remember how many times I've been late to work since becoming a mom). I call hubby to tell him I think I locked my keys in the car and I finally confess to him that I have lost the spare valet key he gave me a long time ago in case I was ever in this situation. I ask for his sound advice since he's my voice of reason especially in a mini crisis that I often create. He tells me to have my sister drive me to work and he'll drive from our house in suffolk to Baldwin.
So I go to work without my lunch bag, without my cell phone, without my work tote and just my purse. My sister drives me in with the baby in the car seat my family has for him. At this point I'm trying to breast pump so I don't have to take a pump break when I get to work. Try using a manual breast pump while you are sitting next to an 8 month old. I got maybe half an ounce out in between him wanting to play with different parts of my breast pump and him also wanting to nurse while he's in the car seat which is something I let him do when I have someone else to drive myself and the baby around.
I get to work and about an hour later hubby calls. He unlocked my car and there's no keys to be found. He gave my stuff to my family who visit me with the baby every lunch break when they watch him. I search my bag for the 3rd time still no keys. So he says goodbye to me and tells me he will leave my sister with his key to my car. My mom calls a few minutes later. My husband finally found the keys sitting under my son's stuffed lion (the place no one thought to look). All this time, after I was late to work by an hour and will have to take an hour's worth of time, after hubby drove about 20 miles out of his way for me (the second time the poor guy has had to do this), after losing my mind over a motherhood issue yet again and the damn keys were right there under my son's stuffed animal.
I am happy though the situation could have been worse. I could have locked the baby in the car. I could have gotten into an accident. I'm sure God or the universe or fate had some reason for me to misplace my keys and be an hour late to work. At least they have been found.
If you managed to read through this most likely TDLR post comment below with your car/keyloss/mommy brain stories!
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