You know when you’re grocery shopping with your baby in a front-facing carrier and you lean over to grab a package of refrigerated tortillas and then your baby vomits directly into the cold case? Yah, me either. (::side-eye::)
So hey, how is everyone doing? It’s Wednesday. So… there’s that.
We’re off to a great start aren’t we? I apologize. My brain is not really firing on all cylinders. It’s just so full of things lately that I feel like it may or may not explode. Work things (I’m doing some part-time writing work. Ye$!!), fun things (my mama is flying in today! and Mother’s Day is coming up, and we’re taking trip to San Francisco next week!) and then also just everyday things (laundry and vacuuming and diapers! and dog walks and both the post office AND UPS, because I must have accidentally budged in front of an elderly person at some point in the past and attracted some really bad waiting-in-line karma.) Believe it or not, I am not actually complaining about any of this. I swearsies. I’m just working it out on paper (screen?)… and I think I’m inadvertently using this blog post as my to-do list for later today. And in that case, buy coffee creamer and parchment paper.
Circling back to that San Francisco trip I mentioned, next week is Casey and my 5 year wedding anniversary. I know what you’re thinking, how could I possibly be married for 5 years? I don’t look a day over 21! Right? ……?…..?…. Alas, I am not the spritely young buck I once was. I am now a married-for-five-years-has-a-kid-found-a-gray-eyelash-a-few-weeks-ago-still-scarred-by-it-30-year-old. And anyways! The point of this is that we’ve been married for 5 years and want to celebrate that so we’re taking a trip to SF/Napa, just me and my bae (<— gross. I won’t attempt that again, promise.). We’re SUPER excited but I’m also internally freaking out over leaving Crosby for 3 nights. We planned this trip a few months ago and I thought that by now I’d be “ready” and “okay” with leaving him for a few days, but you know what? It’s going to be hard. I’m used to being with that little poop factory all day, every day. My mom is going to be here to watch him so I know he’ll be juuuust fine. It’s me that I’m worried about. I’m just really going to miss him. I guess what I’ll have to do is drown my sorrows in a nice big glass of Pinot. It’s really the only way I can see myself getting through this.
So anyhoodles, if you have any recommendations for things to do in SF, let me know! I think we’re going to be touristy for the most part, since it’s Casey’s first trip there. We’ll probably visit Fisherman’s Wharf and the Ferry Building and maybe rent some bikes and take them across the Golden Gate bridge. And then we have a couple of winery tastings scheduled in Napa, thanks to a few lovely friends who are members at fancy pantsy wineries. (Thanks pals!) Sidenote: One of the first times we hung out with one of these friends was at a party she was throwing at her condo. We didn’t know at the time that she was such a wine connoisseur (totally had to look up how to spell that word.) and so the expression on her face when I told her that the wine I’d brought to her party was bought at the Rite Aid below my apartment, was priceless. I mean, I’d bought the most expensive bottle they had! $14.99! Good times. Anyhoo! Wine! We’re gonna drink some!
Welp, the baby just woke up, so that’s about all I’ve got for you today. Have a great Wednesday, homies!