Toast

Today I had a shower with a piece of toast. I think I've reached my pinnacle of tolerance. Toast. Seriously - what was I thinking?

I'll tell you what I was thinking... Peace. Lily usually has a shower with me on the weekends. She sits on the ground, plays with the shaving cream, pretends to wash her hair.

We had a playdate this morning at 11. I slept in until 9:30 and Lily was STILL SLEEPING! We had to be out of the door by 10:45 and I still had to make some muffins for the playdate (from scratch - thank you very much), feed both of us breakfast, shower and dress both of us, pack her bag and her lunch, and pick up a coffee to feed my full-borne coffee addition. Lily, on a whim, slept in until 10am (with a bedtime of 8 the night before). Actually, I had to WAKE her up at 10. I made the muffins while she slept, woke her up, fed her a bottle, then made her and I breakfast. I looked at the time. 10:30. DAMMIT! 15 minutes to shower, dress and leave.

I yanked her from her highchair mid breakfast and dragged her up to the shower with toast in hand. I turned on the shower and told her to put down the toast. Nope. Not gonna happen. So I tried to take it out of her hand. That would be a no on that one as well. Weighing my options, I could either deal with: 1. a tantrum or 2. soggy toast. The toast won. Tantrums take up too much time. So - that's how the toast ended in the shower this morning.

She still ate it, though. Mmmmmm. Sure glad she was blessed with my less than stellar short-term memory...

L