Hot mess

It is Christmas Eve, which would normally mean celebrating my dad's birthday together as a family.  This year though, I am a nurse.  And nurses get to work all days of the year.  The one downfall perhaps of this profession.  Though I love being a nurse, so I'll deal.  I do have to admit though, lastnight when snuggling Ryk before bed it was a bummer to hear him say "but mom, it is Merry Christmas Eve tomorrow, and you have to go to work...?!"

Yesterday, after I got off work, we went to Red Robin to eat dinner.  I'm not sure which was my favorite part of the whole experience...

Perhaps it was when I officially became initiated into mommyhood, after a long 4 years and 2 months, when R spilled a full glass of ice water all over.  Not just all over, but all over me.  And of course it would land perfectly in place to make it look like pregnancy bladder managed to win.  It wasn't the embarrassment of having a wet crotch all night, it was the fact that it is December and I was soaked with freezing cold ice water.  R also managed to spill ranch dressing all over the floor, and choke on an apple.  To top the night off, after a long 20 minute car ride filled with nausea, I know firsthand that crispy chicken burger and fries tastes just awful coming back up.

So we've had better dinners...but I suppose this birthday dinner for P will be a memorable one.  

Remember P, I did suggest that I could cook/pick something up on my way home from work :). 

Anyway, we were a hot mess - which I am not really sure what that even means, but a co-worker says it often, and well for this experience it sounds good...really good.