Bumblebee is now the proud owner of a very girlie pack and play, and part owner of my dream double stroller, the Bumbleride Indie Twin in a very sassy shade of ruby red. Lucky girl, that Bumblebee is. And lucky girl, I am. (A big huge special thanks to my awesome parents for the super cool baby gift! A & B are going to ride in style! Thank you, thank you!)
I must give thanks to the UPS man today for turning things around on this chilly Wednesday. The cozy Chick-fil-a takeout lunch with my BNFF (best neighbor friend forever) also helped lift my spirits, of course, but seeing that beloved brown truck pull up and unload these two packages really kicked the cranky pants right off of me. My day hadn't started off well. I had a pile of work assignments making my eyes go crossed, a fetus carving out a home in my lower rib cage, and a little man who only wanted to be held and any failure on my part to comply with these demands was punishable by tears and screaming. I dissolved into tears of my own by 9:30am, wondering what on EARTH I'd been thinking that convinced me I could handle pregnancy and a toddler. Or a teeny weeny needy newborn and a toddler. But leave it to the UPS man appealing to my materialistic ways to save the day with a couple of eagerly awaited packages!
So here's to you, Mister UPS Man. Not only do you totally rock those little brown shorts of yours, even in December, but you made this SAHM's afternoon. Even if you did wake up my kid by doing an annoying double ring of the doorbell. Knock next time, and you'll really be my hero.