The day that ended with a bubble bath and glass of wine

Last week Cameron left on Thursday for a business trip to Montreal and I got to try my hand at flying solo. I have since developed a whole new respect for single parents and truly believe they deserve a medal. Or a day at the spa. Once a week. Not only is there someone else to help with Sheridan but there are things that seem to just take care of themselves when Cameron is home and I simply don't have to think about them. They just get done like magic and it's a beautiful thing. Like feeding the dogs, taking out the trash, watering the plants, etc. I managed to maintain all of these things and Sheridan's well being in Cameron's absence but I might have lost my sanity along the way a few dozen times or so. The first time and certainly not the last was on Saturday morning. Sheridan and I were at a birthday party for Gracie at Pump It Up when I checked my voicemail to hear a message from Cameron informing me that instead of getting into Austin at two something that afternoon, he was in "travel hell" and would not be getting home until eleven something that evening. I guarantee you that the feeling I experienced in that moment is probably very similar to that of being run over by a bus. And then it backs up and runs over you again finishing you off. Since we were in public and I am not two years old, I had to withhold the complete meltdown that so desperately wanted to be unleashed. Instead, I took the mature approach and immediately called my parents for backup. They invited us over for dinner and I was so relieved because I liked the odds much better of 3 on 1 rather than 1 on 1. It's not difficult math.

Taking a short pause from all the jumping to pose for a picture

The birthday girl Gracie

Gracie's brother, Luke Before we went to their house, we ran a few errands and then went home for Sheridan to take a nap. One would think that hours of jumping around in and on inflatable structures would insure an afternoon nap. But not so much. And there went my sanity out the window once again. I was beginning to think that there was a mix-up at the hospital and instead of being sent home with the correct child we were sent home with the Energizer bunny. My mother assured me there was no mix-up and we did in fact get the right child because pay back is hell. "Apparently" I didn't take naps either and since they were enjoying this a little too much, we went over there sooner rather than later. (That'll teach them to gloat!) After dinner we let Sheridan run around my parent's backyard and play in her little pool to hopefully exert some of her endless amounts of energy. I know, hard to believe this sweet face could be so difficult
"Hmmm....what should I terrorize next? Mom is always a good target but I'm kind of bored with that." Sheridan loved the idea of the sprinkler but this was about as close as she would get to it
I am pleased to report that Sheridan fell asleep within 15 minutes of being put to bed. And trust me, that is a huge accomplishment because the two nights prior she was awake until 10:45ish playing in her crib. (Note: There are no toys in there and she goes to bed no later than 8:30 people.) All it took was constant entertainment all day long to finally wear her ass out. And mine. Cameron got home shortly after midnight and I was so excited that he was home I almost tackled him when he walked in the door. Except, oh right.....I WAS ASLEEP TOO. As CFO of our household, I'm pretty sure there will be a travel freeze implemented until Sheridan is in college.