My mom had told me the (not very disappointing) news that we would not be traveling to Maine on Saturday, but instead we would be homebound because she had to pick up “family” from the train station. So instead of going out of town my mother and step-father toted Marlowe and I around to friends homes, scenic Worcester (“let me take a picture of you and Marlowe there! take a picture of me and marlowe!”), and to try to buy vintage Raybans from some strangers house (don’t ask). My morning was ridiculous. I was all dressed up with a cranky baby, and no where to go. After much car sickness, and the final straw: Marlowe beginning to cry, while heading to the supermarket, and finding out the train had been delayed: I had had it. My mom offered to take Marlowe and I home while she went to the station by herself. I fed a cranky and tired baby and put her down for a nap. I then took off my pretty dress, slipped into pjs and put a cranky mama down for a (very rare) nap. Then what do you know… about twenty minutes later, I wake up to a surprise standing my doorway.
dress: anthropologie. shoes: nordstrom.
The dress was a christmas gift from my mom 2 years ago. I never got to wear it cause it was cold…. then I was pregnant. You better believe, post baby, I sucked in my gut as tight as I could to get this lovely thing on me.
Regardless of my surprise-hate, it turned out to be a nice and needed surprise. We went blueberry picking (M loves blueberries) (alex “yelled” at me for taking pictures), I bought a ridiculous (adorable) hat, and we went out for cocktails together for the first time in a very very long time. It was fantastic, but seriously people, don’t try to surprise me again.
I now know: what you nap in is important. We should all maybe even consider wearing nice dresses to sleep, because you never know what could happen. What if Oprah starts banging on your door and breaks in or something? You most definitely don’t want to look like a hot mess!
ps. My computer doesn’t recognize the word “Oprah”…. really?