At the very last minute I decided Mac needed to be groomed before we left. I just have this weird thing where I want him to be in tip-top shape, all nicely cut when we go away. He's being taken care of by Declan's sister, and he'll be out in a wooded area. Ticks freak me out, therefore I don't want him shaggy.
So our normal groomer didn't have an appointment until after the 4th of July. FAIL. That won't work, we leave tomorrow.
I called another local groomer who was recommended by my other sister-in-law. It took her a few days to call me back. She has a little, teeny shop--and it's just her. I get it.
But when she called, you could TELL she was really working with me to try and make it work, but she seemed obviously booked.
She finally budged and said, "Okay, I can fit him in Friday at 10am". Without really thinking much about it, I jumped at the chance.
I thought about it a bit. If Emeline sleeps till her normal lately 8:30/8:45...it'll work perfect with naptime. I can drop him off, come home, put her down. Voila. Easy.
Fast forward to this morning, where she woke up at SEVEN THIRTY AM. Basically ruining all the groomer plans. I beg and plead with Declan to take Mac, but he really doesn't have the leisure to up and leave work to do that (I just like to pretend he does), and this is the day before he leaves for vacation for a week. Hence, he's crazy busy.
She'll be ready for a nap here at 9am. BUT I HAVE TO HOLD HER UP UNTIL 10:15AM.
I love my child, but her morning nap?? You don't mess with. She needs it. She begs for it. The afternoon nap? Can be messed with. But not her sacred morning nap.
Yet, here I am, 8:23am, she's happily sitting next to me eating her blueberries and cheerios, with an hour and a half to go until we even leave to take Mac. My bets are she'll be crawling up the steps in about 25 minutes, rubbing her eyes saying, "Nigh nigh".
We have a playdate with a friend at noon, so I need her to nap after 10, so putting her down before? Not an option either.
All this to say, how come kids always KNOW when you have something planned? And then mess it up by waking up an entire hour early?
Another one of life's parenting mysteries I suppose.