Tuesday morning was really hard. I cried for most of the morning at work...and then I was so excited to get home I ended up losing the car key--it was just a single key because I had DH's car that day because he was picking up Audrey and didn't want to mess with figuring out how to install the car seat in his '97 Altima.
So I get off work at 5pm and spent 1/2 hour looking for the key. I searched my coat, jeans, dumped out my purse, looked in the bathroom, the office, the street, everywhere I'd been that day...nothing. My boss and two other co-workers stayed and helped me look for it.
I call DH and tell him--he reminds me that is the ONE & ONLY key for that car.
Tells me to call a locksmith and he'll get the baby packed up and come down.
Two minutes later, I find the car keys one of the bags of groceries I'd gotten at lunch that day and put in the fridge at work. As it turns out, it was in a bag of stuff that did not need to be refrigerated and a bag I'd left in the car. I left the car unlocked on accident because I had my hands full when I got back to work with bags of groceries, my purse and my lunch.
So I called DH back and told him I found the keys, don't worry about coming down to get me.
That day, I parked on the hill behind the courthouse (normally, I park in front but had those groceries to carry in & put in the fridge, so the back door is easier for me)...anyway, I turned the tires/steering wheel because I didn't trust the parking brake on DH's ghetto car.
I went to start the car and the key would not turn in the ignition because the steering wheel was locked. I could not unlock it. After about 10 minutes, I was in tears and called DH.
No answer. I left a message.
And waited.
And waited.
I decided to call his parents. They said he was outside feeding/watering everything and they'd yell at him to call me back (they were watching Audrey for him).
So they call out to him to call me back but he's not outside.
I wait and call him back...get the machine again.
I hang up and call back again.
He answers, all flustered and says he was in the bathroom.
He leaves home, gets to my work, drives by and doesn't see his car (where I normally park) so he thinks I must have gotten it started and left.
I didn't get home until almost SEVEN!
But when I did get home--Audrey had to tell me all about her day! She was cooing and smiling...seemed to be doing really well. She didn't nap much or eat much that day but slept pretty well that night. Yesterday morning, I had to drop her off and that was really hard. I kept it together until I got into my car and then I lost it. She came home last night with a rash that we figured out was a heat rash from her fleece pjs and the baby-sitter's super-hot (woodstove-heated) house.
I'm very thankful tomorrow is Friday. I don't know that I'll put Audrey down all weekend!
Here are some pics I took of her Monday afternoon.
Her & DH--both asleep & mouth-breathing! LOL
Cash during one of her screaming episodes:
Hank (obviously got a little chilled chasing coyotes and found his spot for the night!)
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