So yesterday we had our yearly tradition of Friends Thanksgiving. I'm really glad that this tradition has been upheld. I think it's been going on for about 10 years or so now but I've only been involved the last 5 years. Since the friends tide has changed quiet a bit it's nice to get to see everyone since it just doesn't happen that often anymore. We almost all have kids now so it's just hard to get everyone together and sadly seems like it happens less and less.  That being said...

Hubby had to work yesterday (RETAIL SUCKS) so it was me and Nick alone to the friends Turkey celebration. I made French onion soup (which kicked butt) to take. Party started at three, Nick woke up from his nap at about two. So I'm not sure what his defect was but he woke up pissed and pretty much stayed that way the rest of the day. I was trying to get myself together and he was clinging worse then I have ever seen him cling before. I pick him up, he whines, I put him down he whines, I get him milk he whines, I try to play with him he whines. ARGHHHHHH! Finally I said ok kid I have to get dressed and finish the soup you are going in the pack and play. After just a few minutes the pathetic "All done" cries start, when I don't respond he starts the pathetic "Ma ma" cries. Ok the ma ma cry is my weakness. I can't take it when he does that. So I get him out and let him play on the floor in the living room while I finish the soup.

Luckily for me the celebration was hosted by our friends who live only a block or so away. So I pack up the soup in the bottom of the stroller and start to get Nick's coat on. Yeah you guessed it, not happy with me at all. He didn't want to be buckled in, he didn't want his mittens on! What is this? I thought this attitude wasn't suppose to start till two years old?

We get to the party and I take Nick in. He's been to our friends house many times so it's not like they are strangers to him. I go back outside to get the soup from the stroller and that was my first mistake. My child screamed so loud you could hear him back at our house. Real tears and all. So once I get the soup I get him to calm down and he's finally doing a little better. It took him a good hour to warm up but he was still pretty whiny in my opinion. I got some appetizers in his belly then we went down to the play room and he was feeling good. Having a grand old time playing with a toy vacuum. Hopefully he will be my little helper one day.

It's really tough to do this alone. I have no idea how single parents do it. After just one party without my husband I was exhausted. I felt like I didn't get to visit with my friends as much as I would have liked too and I kinda just felt like I couldn't relax. Other folks of course helped me out so I could eat my dinner after I got Nick fed and what not but I don't know how to explain it, that feeling of not being able to relax just doesn't go away.

Nick and I got home right around 7:30 and the whining picked up again. I got his coat off and he wanted to play with his toys I said come on honey time for a bath and he looked right at me and purple faced yelled at me. Dear God my child has my temper. I'm so screwed! Once I got him ready for the bath and after fishing his mega blocks out of the toilet he was a happier kid. (Yes I need to remind hubby to close the TOILET SEAT). Since it was a little late for him we bypassed the night time story and just cuddled in the rocker for a few minutes. He went down nice and easy for me. I walked out of the nursery and put my pajama's on. It's only about 8:30 but it feels like midnight. I walk out into the living room and fall face first into the couch and just close my eyes for a few minutes.

Hubby walks in... Asks how the party was..... I said I was accompanied to the party by Whinny McWhinerson... I need not say more...