Crazy Sunday!

I am exhausted. We've had like, 5 nights in a row where we haven't gotten to bed before midnight, and The Boy was awake for 3 of those nights at 4 a.m. Uggh. He slept better last night, so at least I slept from midnight until 6:30, but I'm still exhausted.

And church this morning was just a disaster. The Boy spit up a TON - the 2 bites of ice cream I had Friday night were 2 bites too many. He was spitting up chunks the whole time before the service started as I was trying to chat with different women. Now, the women who had kids were totally okay with it, but there were a couple of women who were looking at me like, can't she get that kid under control? I mean, I'm talking MAJOR spit up - chunks all down my shirt, skirt, legs, and all over the floor. It totally doesn't phase me any more, but I guess if you're not used to it you'd be grossed out.

So, he was doing that everywhere, and then I put him in the carseat on the chair in the sanctuary, and some little kid ran into the chair, knocked the car seat off, and Grant fell out and hit his cheek, and of course started screaming. This was like, 2 minutes before the service was supposed to start, so the sanctuary was packed and everyone turns and stares at me, with spit-up chunks still down my Ann Taylor skirt. It was just nuts. I wanted to go home right then.

Here's hoping that that doesn't set the tone of the week!