Waving a White Flag

Today was one of those mornings.... Lately, I seem to have more than my fair share.  I'm not sure what I did to piss off the gods, but I hope we're even now.

It's my own fault because I create a lot of projects for myself.  Today's project, with its hard deadline, was making the icing and decorating the V-day cookies we're taking to a party tonight.  I've gotten pretty efficient at this over the years, so it didn't seem like it would be that much work.  Jacob, however, wasn't impressed with my plans for the morning.  I put him in his feeding chair so he can hang out while I work; he screams; I appease him with puffs dotted with icing. And create a monster (with "crazy eyes") hopped up on sugar.  Sweet.

Next, it's time for his bath.  He always gets a bath at night, but I had better things to do last night (I had to roll out and bake those &$#!-ing cookies), so he got one this morning instead.  Three minutes in, he poops the tub.  So I take him out (which makes him mad), scrub down the tub, start over.  No biggie, I can handle a curve ball.  He poops the tub again. These are not scoopable turds, here.  I rinse him off, take him out (now he's furious), scrub down the tub, let's take bath #3.  The silver lining is his three baths knocked him out. 

So, now I'm getting to eat my lunch in peace.  Nothing a big bowl of fatty pasta can't fix.  I did look longingly at the New Castle when I grabbed my diet DP out of the fridge.  But then I looked at the time, and sighed.