Sunday Funday

We headed out this morning for breakfast!  Only because Sloan and I slept until 9:00 and I am 100% sure Brent would have let us slept longer if I had not sat straight up in bed and ask if Sloan was breathing.  Ihop was our destination.  It was not too busy, we were sat right away. I should have seen this as a sign.  Our waitress came right over.  Brent must have thrown her off by ordering drinks AND food at the same time.  That followed by ordering for Sloan and I, really sent her for a loop. Lets just say our drinks came out after 10 minutes and repeated asking. Sloan had her usual creamers while Brent and I drank our coffee.  I'm sure creamer is not healthy but she seems to enjoy it and who wants to upset happy baby while in a restaurant.  Brayden ate butter for awhile and he seems fine!  So back to the waitress who needs to change career paths.  Finally our food came and it was 1/2 correct.  She returned to ask if we needed anything.........well yes as she walked away.  Brent continued to tell her the list of items that were wrong, until i stopped him by saying shes obviously not listening or standing here.  Seeing as we asked for extra napkins upon sitting down and we were with a child who the longer we sat was covered in more of the food than she actually consumed,  I thought we would have those.  (We got them when she brought the ticket.) Now mind you I did take into consideration she had too many tables.  Nope she had 4.  One that got their drinks after breakfast came out!  Both Brent and I were done waiting on syrup, pancakes, Brent's sausage, packed up and headed out.  I really felt someone (me) should let her know it was time for a career change, but instead headed to target!

I spent the rest of the day, cleaning up birthday from Sloan's presents.  She had to play with every single thing she got.  Which is not a bad thing if you could put what she was done with up.  I would pick up she would take down.  I finally gave in and just pulled all of her toys out.  Then I organized according to what they were!  That will never stay the way I put them but I felt productive!  And then the injuries occur.  I decided to clean up the front and back yard, since Brent was on dog poo pick up.  I was moving a chalk board and dropped it.  Rather than letting it fall to the ground I tried to catch it with my knee.  Then slipped off the step twisting my ankle.  Ok so a bruise across my knee, limping into the house to get ice and throw the trash from the front away, I slit my finger open.  I pushed the trash into the can and a can of dog food cut the top of my finger.  I really did not think it would ever stop bleeding.  And no I am not done, I stepped on a toy right in the palm of my foot and slammed my hand in a drawer.  im done now!