Hold your worm down...

I was worn out from a long day, and what had seemed like a very long and tedious few weeks, Adam must have sensed this. I don’t think it was the fact that I had jumped down his throat because he failed to answer his phone 5 minutes after he was supposed to be out of work or that I had lazily fixed crappy meal of processed and preserved Hamburger helper, or the fact that the house looked as if a tornado had gone through it (yes, I actually had that happen last year so I’m allowed to make that statement). It may, however, have been the obvious anxiety that I was displaying as Presley’s belly realized that it was 6:02, exactly 2 minutes after her scheduled dinner time and time to scream as loud as possible. At this point, I was quite certain that my baby was doing this purposely, just to piss me off. I was going to lose it! I sat down in the chair in the dining room, placed my hands over my ears, closed my eyes, and began to rock back and forth. Adam could have very easily checked me into a mental hospital right then, but he didn’t. Instead, he took action by feeding Ben his “home cooked” meal of Hamburger Helper and prepared the baby food for Pres. By the way, I refer to the Hamburger Helper as home cooked because I had added my own special ingredient…peas. Lame, I know, but I promise that I’ll never claim to be a good cook. Anyway, by this time I had pulled myself together slightly and taken a few deep breaths, no more rocking uncontrollably. I was trying to relax in front of the tv in the other room feeling a little guilty and embarrassed about the baby-fit that I had just thrown in front of my whole family. Presley finally went to bed, and Adam was helping Ben in the bathroom (we’re still potty training, hence the long few weeks). The “mom” part of the night was almost over, even though I had totally checked out about 40 minutes earlier. All of the sudden I hear Adam yell, “Dammit Ben, hold your own worm down, you just peed all over me!” I had to laugh, I’d never before heard it called that! That one statement brought me back, and with a smile, I went to see what was going on. Ben had definitely peed all over Adam’s shirt and couldn’t stop laughing. If I ever have another boy, I will know to buy a potty seat with a splash guard!

After we finally got Ben settled into bed, I grabbed a glass of my favorite St. Julian Concord twist off wine and relaxed for the rest of the evening.  Thanks buddy, for being just silly enough to pull me out of my funk! No more baby-fits for a while, at least not from the 28 year old in the family!