Today I about came unhinged on my husband. I sheepishly admit it, and I'm going to go ahead and blame being pregnant, although I suspect it was the hour of crying--I mean really crying--that my sweet boy did today in the car on the way home.
It all began this morning, when I not only didn't let Holden play on the floor, after this egregious sin I put him in the car seat and made him go all the way to Lincoln, sit in a restaurant, drive to a friends house (during which he fell asleep in the car). Drive all the way across Lincoln to run errands (still sleeping), and finally head home. This trip began at 11 a.m. and ended at about 4 p.m.
I might also add that although he had regular food he didn't get any milk for lunch. Then when I offered him milk on the way home it was TOO COLD (at least judging from his response) and NOT IN A BOTTLE! Sooooo for 30 minutes of the drive home he cried. This is after my friend who was in town to meet me for lunch commented the entire day about what a good baby he was. And he is--he has never cried like that in the car before.

Anyway, I happened to speak with my husband around the end of the crying jag when we had just arrived home, where he proceeded to let me know that he wasn't going to be home tomorrow night (and he is gone tonight too), effectively leaving me to care for Holden for approximately 60 hours straight on my own. I have done this before but it is not pleasant. I don't think I could hack it as a single parent. At this point while we were on the phone I was yelling at the cat who just came up to me and bit me (for reasons unknown, I think she wanted water) and trying (still) to get Holden to calm down.

So now I feel remorseful about flying off the handle (a little), but still wonder how my DH would fare with a 60 hour alone time with a one year old. It got me thinking about taking a mini vacation by myself--maybe to a spa...

Okay, in all fairness he did find someone to watch Holden tomorrow while he is at baseball practice (yes, baseball practice...do you see why I was cranky?). So I will have time tomorrow night to get my homework done and get a few hours to myself. Thank goodness. My short freak out turned out to be unnecessary.

Also this week we are getting ready for Holden's bday party on Saturday. I'm more nervous about his grandmother staying in my dirty house than preparing for the party itself. How stupid is that?