After spending the better part of Saturday night awake awake AWAKE due to my littlest’s desperation to nurse all the damn time (believed to be caused by a combination of teeth and absence), I was tucked into bed with the baby at 8:00 last night. I was well asleep by 9, and rolled out of bed about twenty minutes ago.
I feel like I got hit by a bus. In a good way, I think.
We spent around 8 hours at various festivals this week. Saturday Lucy and I met up with Cousin Nicole for the Festival of India, which Lucy and I caught a bit of in Baltimore. First we went out to lunch for a rare one-on-one over grilled cheese, our first lunch without the baby in months. Then we headed back to the park where we did japa for the first time. After some walking around we caught up with Nicole and headed up to meet the chariots and then walk back down.
It was lovely.
Then yesterday was the local street fair. We were there for close to 4 hours, with the baby in the stroller. He did wonderfully. Lucy had a ball. My feet hurt and somehow the left side of my face got sunburnt.
Ok, so I’m just peeved about the sunburn. We had a good time. I am still marveling, in my first time as the “grown-up” in attending one of these things, at how freaking much money everything costs. I had every intention of getting a treat per kid and maybe something for my troubles and came home with a rather light wallet. Rides, hotdogs, smoothies and a million laps full of ‘Mommy can I have…?’ We ran into a friend of hers from school as the threat of leaving at one more mention of an occassion to spend money and this turned into the grand finale–at least half an hour divided between two moon bounces. On the way home, we stopped into the bookstore to spend the $10 they were charging for face painting on something more practical. I still can’t get over $10 to have some teeny pause her texting long enough to slather some pink crap on your kid’s face that will get washed off three hours later.
And then we came home and did laundry.
All in all, we made a good haul. Lucy got two kid’s books, a princess marionette, and a book on yoga and vegetarianism that she picked out. The baby got a touch-and-feel book and a stress ball decorated like a soccer ball. We got C a Father’s Day present (shhhhh, don’t tell) and I got a dress what requires instructions to tie it on and I signed up for a free yoga class at the local studio which I have been meaning to check out for at least a year. Plus I’m a sucker for watching my kid play with other kids. I spent enough time totally awkward and shy that her ease of making friends is inspiring to me.
I am so glad I don’t have to spend another four hours on my feet today. I am seriously wiped out despite my marathon sleep session.
Sounds lovely! Except for the burn and the non stop boobey wanting.