In my perfectly planned day we would spend the morning with my friend and her kids, followed by a visit to Nanny’s shop. Enough play and excitement to lure a reluctant sleeper into an ideally timed nap. He would fall asleep in the car on the way home and I would have ample time to prepare, attend the meeting and finalise any resulting work. Baby E would would wake at 2:30 on the dot. A quick snack and a nappy change before picking up Master I from school.
That is not what happened.
This is what happened.
We headed over for our play. My gorgeous friend served home-made sesame seed snaps and kiwi fruit. I had brought Baby E milk arrowroot biscuits, rice wheels and a token banana. You can guess whose morning tea received the most attention.
After a truly lovely morning, even if I was feeling lunch box mummy guilt, we headed over to Nanny’s shop. I eyed the rear vision mirror, making sure that there was no signs of baby E nodding off before I needed him too. The tell-tale smell wafting into the front seat meant that there was no chance of that. I pulled into a car-park and searched frantically for a nappy. I don’t carry a nappy bag any more – there comes a time when you know what you need and when you need it. I thought that time was when my baby was nearly two. I was wrong. I was cursing myself for travelling light. But I did not panic as I always have a few spare nappies and wipes in the car. Unfortunately I had not checked those supplies for some time. I found a solitary nappy that was about three sizes too small and one very sad looking baby wipe.
Once upon a time I had a nicely set up change area in the boot of the car. It has since been taken over by a tricycle, a bicycle and six soccer balls. As I attempted to find a little space in the crowded boot, those balls rolled out of the car and onto the busy road. With a smelly toddler under one arm and fearing what would happen at soccer training, I ran down the road to retrieve them. All balls accounted for, I went to change baby E and quickly realised this was not a one baby wipe situation. After some patchy work with a few stray tissues, I decided it would have to do.
We visited with Nanny and headed home. The long way. No sign of sleep. “Car”, “Car” Baby E sung as we passed traffic. The car as a getting to sleep device was failing badly.
Eventually I gave up and hoped that a favourite Chuggington train set would offer enough distraction as I attended the teleconference. It did not.
The meeting ended just as I needed to leave to pick up Master I from school. Baby E fell asleep on the way.
Next time, I am getting a baby-sitter. And re-stocking the car.