Monday night | makingbabycoutts's Blog

Oh that poor man. He had to make the drive 40 minutes north to my mothers to pick up the baby, drive her back, then get ready for class tonight before driving to class and back again. He didn't even get a chance to take a shower because his father called needing help on the computer.

He had to have known on some level that he would end up doing it because I'm not proficient in baby carseat transfer and installation. I knew I would end up calling him from her house and telling him I couldn't figure it out, him trying to explain it on the phone, mother hearing him get frustrated at me and seeing me get frustrated at him, meanwhile Doodles is sitting in her car seat on the sidewalk while I wrestle with the straps and whatnot. Then finally giving up and leaving her there while I go back to the condo to drop off the car so he can make the drive up there anyways and do it himself. Yeah I don't think we really want to experience that memory.

It sucked for him but he was more understanding about it than I expected. I thought he'd try to get out of it and complain and pressure me and so on but he didn't. I felt guilty, which I'm sure he didn't completely object to, but it was the course of action that made the most sense.

He's in class now, headin home soon. I hope he wants to hop on this one and play Crossfire with his friends so I can go curl up in bed with the laptop. I'm ready to start the cozy part of the day.