Dinghy Day

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

-F Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Today, I feel like a boat. I’m like one of those dinghy boats in a hurricane getting flung around.

The day started well enough for a day when there is no school. However, it’s Election Day, and there is some underlying dread about how the results are going to turn out. Perhaps that is the true catalyst for the way the day has played out.

It started with breakfast. As I reached for my hash browns, I knocked my drink onto the floor getting liquid all over the floor and bottom of my recliner. Then we (me and LilKsby) took an unexpected two hour nap which was fine, but led to not accomplishing anything. Our nap was followed by what I can only describe as a pumping rodeo in which I was trying to pump fresh milk for tomorrow while I’m at work as he ate previous pumped milk from a bottle. LilKsby was determined to hold his bottle and pull the pump tubing out at the same time. I was determined to hold him in my right arm and pump with my left hand. Given how naturally stubborn we both are, the situation was rather comical.

The afternoon seemed like it was going to improve, but it turned out our dinghy had just found a lull in the hurricane. Post lunch involved so much crankiness that running errands did not happen. We got home from lunch and a kitten had left stool all over the floor in front of the litter box, into the hallway, and on two of my shoes (two from different pairs I might add). I clean it up, go to feed baby, turn the TV on, and it starts acting like it is going to explode. I turn the TV off.

Then LilKsby has tummy time. Happily, he’s now rolling from tummy to back like a champ, and he’s starting to act like he wants to crawl. Unhappily, he HATES tummy time. He gets so worked up that the next 30-45 minutes are like watching a spit up volcano erupt. During the eruption there is also a diaper earthquake which means the new outfit he wore today now needs some special attention that only a washing machine can give.

I topped the evening off by messing up cooking a frozen pizza. Yes, I said messing up cooking a frozen pizza. I didn’t realize it, but when I cooked the pizza, I cooked it on the cardboard that the pizza came on. Fun fact, this makes the cardboard cook right into the pizza.

By 8 o’clock this boat was ready to return to the shore for the night (aka I was ready for bed). Tomorrow, I’ll set sail on another day’s journey with the hope of being like a yacht on calm waters.


The Great Kaysby

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The Great Kaysby

I’m a wife, mother, daughter, cat lover, believer in Him and His word, teacher, beauty consultant, actress, costumer, and avid volunteer. 👩🏻‍🦰 My biggest gift in life is how I can still experience the world with childlike wonder as an adult. 🤩 I love winning, prizes, shiny objects, travel, food, and games! I use emojis way too much but they make me happy! 😊

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