I will win this battle!

Today is a high-fuss day. Brooke's crankiness is definitely affecting my crankiness. Matt chose not to come home for lunch today, and that was probably a wise move. :)  So, yeah, Brooke seemed REALLY sleepy around 11:00. Eleven is too early for naptime-- I know this! But I put her down anyway, because I didn't want her to get over-tired. That's when the battle started. She cried and fussed and boo-hooed in her crib for 20 min before I decided to give up and try later. But that was only the beginning of the fussiness. Fuss over her toys, fuss because I wouldn't let her pull my new runner off the table, fuss because I clipped her bib on so she couldn't throw it on the floor, eat a grape, fuss, eat a grape, fuss... you get the picture! So now she's back in bed. Quiet for the moment. I will win this round. She WILL take a nap. For my sanity's sake, if nothing else!

Last night, I was going to make a big dinner: homemade baked chicken nuggets and homemade baked french fries. Healthy, kid-friendly... what else could the family want? So I peeled and cut my potatoes, seasoned them, and put them in the oven. Then I mixed up my breading and pulled the chicken out of the fridge. You know when chicken gets that weird smell?... when you're not quite sure if it's bad or you're just imagining things? Yeah, that was the case with this chicken. So I threw it out and tried to think of something else that goes with fries. Manwiches... yeah, that will work! So I take out some ground beef and make up my homemade sauce. Drat! The buns are stale! Okay, regular wheat bread will have to do. So finally, dinner is done and looks semi presentable. I mix up some meat and fries for Brooke and give her a bite (she liked this last time I gave it to her). She eats it... success! I give her another bite... and she spits it out and throws it on the floor. I put some on her tray for her to pick up (sometimes she just wants to do it herself. ) Manwiches overboard. It's now 6:00 and I have accountability at 6:30. So I hurriedly feed her a yogurt and some pureed carrots and rush out the door. Poor Matt... the kitchen is a disaster! Have I mentioned what a good husband I have? The kitchen was almost completely clean when I got home! And then he told me she spit up twice and he'd cleaned it up. Well, as I'm about to put her in bed last night, I find out she'd spit up on her "blankie," Matt had washed it, and forgotten to put it in the dryer. And, with a couple poorly worded sentences, I made him feel like a failure for not having her blanket completely ready for bed! God, please forgive me for not being the encouragement I could be in Matt's life. I mean, come on, he watched Brooke for 2 hours and cleaned up a mess and a half from my attempt to make dinner (speaking of failing!) Man, I have a lot to learn on becoming a good wife and mother!

Well, it's still quiet over the monitor, so I guess I have officially won! Brooke, may you take a long nap and wake up the happy baby that I'm used to. Hope everyone out in the blog world is well.