Let me start out by saying that I had a downright lovely time yesterday at Mother's Day brunch with Craig's family. The food was very good and I haven't been to a brunch like that in many, many years. The assortment of selections--from breakfast and salads to carving stations, dinner selections, and all the dessert options I could ever want--was great. I ate a ton and yet still managed to walk out without feeling disgusting, which was a huge win in my book. Jacob was a bit of a battle, as he was tired and not in the mood to enjoy all the great options, but Craig managed him well enough and we made it out relatively unscathed. The only downside was that the table setup wasn't overly conducive to family interaction, but I did still have some pleasant conversations with Craig's cousin and his wife while enjoying their two daughters. It was a nice meal, though, and definitely a treat.
In a perfect world, we'd have left the brunch at 1pm and come home. It's not that I didn't want to spend time with the family--under normal circumstances I certainly would have--but considering how I was feeling (per my last week of posts) and considering that we'll be back in Buffalo next weekend, I really just wanted to come home, leisurely check off a few things from my to do list, and chill for the rest of the day. But Craig wanted to stop at his parents' for a little while, which I inevitably knew would be for a little bit more than a "little", but I reluctantly agreed just because I don't want to always seem so cranky. Maybe I was just trying to overcompensate for what I know is a downright crappy attitude that I've had for the past week. I am really hoping it magically disappears this weekend when I'm finally off the prednisone, otherwise I'm going to really have to re-examine things a bit. I just know my filter's been pointed toward "off" and I'm just so much more irritable than ususal, about so many things. I can't help but think that it has to be the medication, but God forbid it's not. Ugh.
When we left brunch, Jacob was in desperate need of a nap. He fell asleep a few minutes into the car ride, but didn't stay asleep for the transfer into Craig's parents' house. I tried my darndest to lull him back to sleep, even offering to cuddle with him, but that did not work. I tried for a good half hour or more to get him to rest, but finally gave up and tried to salvage a nap for myself instead. Despite laying there for a good hour or more, I never did sleep. I was uncomfortable and had too much running through my brain to get any reasonable rest. While I was laying there, Craig and Jacob were downstairs gorging on chips, dip and pistachios. Jacob also had a juice box. I'm sure Craig thought nothing of letting him eat all that stuff, because to Craig that's a treat. But unlike us, Jacob didn't fill up at brunch and was surely just hungry and eating whatever was there--when I'm sure he would have eaten something with a little more substance had he had the option. Ugh. More on the repercussions of that later, but caution: bodily functions will be mentioned...
Anyway, once I gave up napping and came down, I spent some time on my netbook but was eager to get going...yet Craig didn't really indicate he was ready. Maybe I should have pushed him a little more, but like I said, I never want to be the pushy one and I was overly aware that I might be yesterday, for so many reasons. So I didn't push it. But before we knew it, it was nearly 6pm, Jacob still hadn't napped and I knew the rest of the night was going to be a problem. I said from the beginning that I wanted to avoid getting home late, rushing through unpacking, having to do Jacob's laundry (which I always do on Sunday night because of his daycare blanket and sheet), and having no time to just relax once we were home. And yet, there we were.
To make matters worse, as we were getting ready to leave, Jacob kept wandering off and eventually wanted to use the potty. Well, when I tried to bring him there, he was refusing and just seemed generally odd. Well, sure enough, the kid had a very poopy diaper...and it became apparent very quickly that it was no ordinary poop. You bet...nothing like a case of diarrhea to spice up Mother's Day. By some miracle it did stay contained in his diaper, but I felt so incredibly bad for Jacob as he sat on the toilet trying to get the rest out. His tummy hurt, and those horrible wet-fart-in-the-toilet noises took on a new pain coming from my baby boy. He sat there for a while and then finally seemed better. It still took a while to settle him down enough to wrangle him into the car. Oh, and if that wasn't enough, Craig was looking tired and I knew he'd had a couple beers, so I drove home. Craig sat in the backseat and was supposed to try to keep Jacob awake, yet by about a half hour in, both were conked out and slept the whole way home.
The evening was spent unpacking, trying to convince Jacob it was bedtime, doing his laundry, and then, finally, taking a little "me" time--I organized all of the recent photos on our desktop computer (which I rarely use these days but need to keep current if I want to archive our photos on discs), burned a DVD, and cleared out our memory card. Not exactly luxury time, but a mental weight off nonetheless. And now it's Monday again, facing another week of work and another weekend on the road. I feel like crap again, thanks in part to the meds and in part to major nasal drainage (not sure if it's another side effect or due to allergies). My whole body is still sore from Saturday's yardwork and run, which is making things that much worse. So, yeah, crap mood.