Sometimes It's Hard Not to Laugh

It's hard not to laugh at the days I call Murphy's Law Days, where anything that can go wrong will, and there's nothing one can do about it.  Yesterday's timing was dominated by Murphy to the point where I had to just laugh.

My daughter began the day in a brilliant mood - all smiles and energy, outgoing and happy.  We had a blast playing together.  When the normal time for her first nap had come and gone, she still showed no signs of stopping.  At the same time, I had the fortuitous opportunity through a last minute phone call to get a much-needed massage at home.  Knowing the timing was less than perfect, I wasn't about to miss out on that chance so I invited the massage therapist to come on over.

Leaving my daughter with the nanny in her room, I set out to become relaxed and enjoy my massage.  Not five minutes later was my baby screaming at the top of her lungs, not wanting to nap and being upset that I left her and didn't introduce me to the new person who came to the house.

She screamed and screamed, cried and screamed more.  We've been nap training her the past 2 weeks (and usually she still cries a little, but only for 10 minutes or so) and didn't want to go in unless it was absolutely necessary.  It soon became necessary, so the nanny went in, consoled, tried what she could, but to no avail.  She got the baby to quiet down a few times, during which my cat took the opportunity to start meowing for his lunch right outside the baby's door.  Then the mailman came (not the singing one, but still loud nonetheless), then the gardener, starting up the lawn mower outside the window.  Needless to say that didn't work out so well.  Each time the nanny tried putting the baby back down, she began howling again.

About five minutes before my massage was to finally end, I couldn't take it any more and felt so sorry for my poor crying baby we brought her out to join us.  Her eyes were all red and puffy and she was incredibly confused by the change, but loved the attention and became a happy girl again after a while, ate a good lunch and then went down for a long afternoon nap.

Rather than let anyone think I was mortified by all of this, I assure you I've been a mom long enough now to take it in stride.  It was one of those days where the timing of everything was off, the screaming was more of the over-dramatic than the truly upset kind, and the cat's meow was indeed the straw that made me break into laughter.  Luckily the massage therapist is a mom and understood it all too well.  We all had a good chuckle.  It wasn't the most relaxing massage ever, but it was one of the most memorable.