I would call today a successful day. Here's why:
I didn't run out of shampoo in the shower.
I got to sit at the table and enjoy my coffee for five minutes before I left for work.
I made it to work before the first patient arrived.
I completed three of seven items on my work to-do list.
I squeezed in an inconvenient errand on the way home from work.
I got home in time to have lunch before 2:00pm.
Sara and I went to the post office and she didn't try to grab an envelope, label, pen, stamp or package even once.
After that we made a super-brief stop (because success starts with reasonable expectations) at Cord and I only had to say "no" 6-8 times. Seriously -- that's big.
I decided to go for it and tagged a grocery trip on to the end of this little outing. Only one brief skirmish, with a major meltdown averted by introducing the fine art of paper ripping. Good times, Mama! Thank God for the grocery circular left in the cart.
Sara went for toddler-of-the-year and sat contentedly in her car seat while I unloaded the car. Thank God for Baby Einstein.
--Yes folks, you read it right: this was an entire afternoon of errands with no major fallout. HUGE!--
The Bear spent an hour or so entertaining herself in her room while I worked in the kitchen. No broken toys or bones. Thank God for Elmo.
I got to make dinner & start another meal for later this week without the customary weeping, wailing, and begging for attention that usually accompanies week-night meal prep. What?!?!
Ah, yes Sara was indeed completely naked when I went back to retrieve her. Every toy, book, item in the dirty clothes basket, her diaper, and small article of clothing she could pry out of the dresser was strewn throughout the room. Clean up was only marginally unpleasant. Thank God, it's a small room.
Also of note: No pee or poo on the floor. (Naked, remember?) Big girl, Sara B! Thank God she had already pooed today.
Dinner was served and Sara and I actually started & finished together. I even got to do the dishes, make a plate for Papa, and put the leftovers away while she waited patiently in her chair. Get out!!!
We breezed through bathtime and didn't scream through the diaper/pajama dance.
Lots of hugs before bed.
Minimal screwing around in bed.
Mama was in her jams and off duty by 8:00.
But boy are we gonna be screwed tomorrow...