Our morning.

Had an appointment at 9:15.

Woke up late.

Ate breakfast instead of putting on makeup.

What? I'm pregnant. I have to eat breakfast.

Woke Caroline up at 8:30.

Was out of the house (by a miracle) by 8:45.

Had to make a 20 minute drive... in 10.

Didn't happen. Knew it wouldn't.

Didn't expect what was about to come though.

Made 5 minutes of the drive... Caroline decided to barf in her carseat... all over herself.

Turned around... drove back home.

Cleaned her and the carseat.

Left the house at 9 in a car that smelled like sour vomit and lots of Glade air freshener (thanks to the hubs... he may have sprayed half the can).

Great.

Made it back to the spot where we had the throw-up scene... it begins to pour down rain.

If you know me, you know I can't drive and driving in the rain makes me want to have massive anxiety attacks.

Speed limit was 55... I was going 40.

FINALLY made it to my appointment at 9:30... 15 minutes late... and 3 anxiety attacks later.

Fun morning.

Looking back on the morning most of you will say that I should have just stayed in bed.

What made me get up you ask?

The fact that my wildchild ASKED to go to HER bed last night and watch Belle.

We did. She fell asleep... in her bed.

She slept all night... in her bed.

I had to wake her up this morning... in her bed.

That is sooooo worth a hell of a morning.

I'd do it all over again if it would insure that Caroline would sleep in her bed AGAIN tonight. We shall see. She is napping in it right now. YAHHHH CAROLINE!

~*Yes, I took pictures of her sleeping in her bed this morning. Occasions like that need to be documented.*~