This morning things were a little crazy trying to get out of the house for music class. We were making up a class and were going to the midtown class about 20 minutes away. I was trying to get myself ready and found Elle in her nursery rubbing her night time lotion all through her hair. So I stripped her down and washed her hair while she sat on the sink counter. Normal toddler stuff ha!
So we trek over to Midtown and as we are going in the door I am seeing all these mothers leave with their children. I got nervous. Walked in and saw our music teacher, Joe. "There isn't a 10:30 class is there?" Nope. The class was at 9:30. In a completely out of character move I had confused my days and times. When we went back to the car and I started to put Elle in her carseat she threw a ginormous fit. She was soooooooo upset that we weren't going to music class. We already walked in and saw Joe and all the other kids, plus I had been talking about music class all morning.
So we pull out of the church parking lot and she is screaming and hiccuping and coughing. She was crying hard. I felt guilty. So I cried. Guilt always makes me cry and I felt like it was my fault she didn't get to go to music class. Silly, I know. I know in the grand scheme of things it doesn't matter and I probably wouldn't even cry about it on another day. But here we were. Driving down the road both crying. I WISH I could say this was the first time this happened. And it never fails, every time we are having one of these teary car rides, Kenny calls. I laugh at myself through the tears knowing how ridiculous it all sounds and try to not alarm him and tell him what happened and he is always kind of freaked out at all the emotion happening in our Murano and hangs up quickly.
Luckily, CC and I had talked about getting Elle a new little doll that she loved at a friend's house. So we hightailed it to the toy store. New baby dolls make mommy and Elle feel much better.