Thanksgiving went really well. Except the whole waking up at 5am thing. He took a 45 minute nap at about 9am, but refused to sleep any more after that. So at 5:30 a.m. I started my baking frenzy. I ended up with one loaf of chocolate chip banana bread and two loaves of pumpkin bread. I wanted to make brownies, but I ran out of eggs. And then when I was done baking, I started cleaning out the closet and decorating for Christmas. Decorating for Christmas in a one bedroom apartment with a toddler and on a "it has to be free" budget means window clings and a 2 foot tree with only the unbreakable ornaments. But it has lights!
So on Friday we went out to eat with Aunt Emily (Men-na-nee), her friend, Oma, and Opa. At the end of the meal, Punkin was running around the empty room and climbing in and out of the booths. I signed my credit card slip, looked up, and saw him pulling a beer bottle away from his mouth (as in it was in his mouth just moments previous) and setting it on the table. EWWW. The bigger issue for me than the obvious alcohol consumption (because I'm pretty sure he spit it out) was the germs from some random dude that were stuck to that bottle. Gross. Good job watching your kid, Mom.
Then on Saturday, I noticed he had a scratch on his kneck and decided to clip his fingernails. Long story short, I ended up almost cutting a chunk of his thumb off. It bled for FOREVER. He cried, understandably, forever. And of course he will not tolerate any bandaids or tape at all. I even wrapped tape around the bandaid on his thumb and strung it down around his wrist. He still got it off.
So that's why I'm Mother of the Year. Go me!
(Seriously, I know all moms make mistakes. I am not trying to be hard on myself.)