Fess Up Friday: Travel Edition

As Charlotte and I shared a blueberry scone at Starbucks this morning, three cops walked in for some coffee, and I suddenly got really nervous.

Then I remembered it isn't illegal to take your child out in public in her pajamas. It's just embarrassing.

In my defense, what she wore to bed wasn't technically pajamas; it was more like a t-shirt and yoga pants. But since I wasn't taking my 17-month-old to yoga class, I guess you could call it a fail.

We had a rough night. Charlotte woke up three times last night before finally waking up for the day around 5:30. I was up at least five times including trips to the bathroom and reaching for the aspirin for my headache that got progressively worse before its climax of tear-inducing throbbiness(Totally a word. Look it up. Except...don't) when I realized I was up for good.

Due to the crappy nature of the morning, I decided to give myself permission to go for a coffee even though I'm supposed to be on a budget. "It'll be nice!" I thought. Unfortunately, I did not have the foresight to bring more than one binky. Charlotte's new obsession is with having two of everything, especially binkies. If you give her one, before it's even in her mouth, she'll inquire, "Twoooooooo?" So, she screamed all the way to Starbucks this morning since I was so ill-prepared.

I should nap when Chris gets up, but I probably won't. I am so stupid when it comes to getting the sleep I need. And, then it bites me in the ass on days like this. I'll try to make myself sleep, but I also need to pack.

See, Charlotte and I are flying to San Francisco tonight, renting a car, and driving to Napa for my sister's engagement party tomorrow. I'm a little nervous about negotiating the airports and rental car station, etc. with no help from Chris. But, I figure an hour flight is a good way to break me in for bigger trips in the future. I'm going to miss Chris a lot, but I am excited for the trip, and I think I will feel proud of myself when this is all said and done.

Maybe this will sound ridiculous, but I feel almost guilty about the fact that I get so much help on a daily basis from Chris. It feels like I'm cheating at being a stay-at-home mom, which makes me feel like I have something to prove. This is all really stupid.

I'm going to see about getting this kid to nap. She is driving me crazy, and of she doesn't watch herself, I may just "accidentally" leave for the trip without her.