This past weekend was the first alone time Charlotte and I have had in a month and while Saturday was a success, Sunday was deemed a bust.
We started out okay, church in the morning, nice long nap in the afternoon. She was thrilled to see her church buddies and offered no resistance. This was a nice affirmation of socialization.
After her long nap I analyzed my wardrobe and realized I had less then 5 maternity tops so it was off to the fabric store for more. Usually the first store stop following nap and full tummy is a success but not this day. It was fraught with crying in the cart, begging to be held, when I'd hold her she'd try to smack my face, I'd put her back in the cart, she'd scream. Out of desperation I finally put her on the floor to run up and down the aisles while running the opposite side to keep up until it was my turn to get fabric cut. Is it any wonder that I measured incorrectly and bought enough fabric to make 1/2 a shirt?