3.5.11: We were supposed to go to the temple, but..

Yesterday, Greg and I were supposed to go to the temple. We even had a babysitter. But it didn't work out.

First, on Wednesday, Greg found out for sure that his company was moving from Provo to the Thanksgiving Point and after looking at how much gas his 1971 Ford truck was guzzling, decided that a change needed to be made. He sold the truck in less that 24 hours for about what he bought it for and began looking for a new (new to him), smaller, more fuel efficient one. On Friday night, he found one.

On Saturday morning, we all packed up in the car to drive to North Salt Lake to look at the truck. Greg liked it and decided to buy it, but because we bought it at a dealership, we couldn't just hand the guy the cash and leave. So Rex and I played drive the car, and then drive the truck for about an hour and a half while Greg signed papers and blah, blah, blah. But the breaks on the truck were acting weird, so Greg asked the dealer to fix them. He said sure, but you'll have to drive to my shop, by which he meant my son's house in one of those ridiculous neighborhoods that are essentially circles. So we did that. After waiting a while, Rex and I decided to leave. But we got lost, drove in circles, and somehow ended up back at this guy's house. Greg was gone, but they told me how to escape the matrix that is the neighborhood.

By this time, it was noon and Rex was hungry so I stopped at a Subway to get him some food. I thought I'd be a nice mom and get him his own kiddie meal instead of just sharing mine with him. He took one bite of his sandwich, chewed on but did not swallow one apple slice, and split most of his chocolate milk on the floor. I ate. We left.

As soon as I got on the freeway, Rex told me he wanted more milk. I felt bad for him because he'd had such a boring day and now it was his nap time and he wasn't home, so I stopped at a 7-Eleven and bought him some milk. He was pleased.

We get back on the freeway, and I was hoping Rex would drink his milk and fall asleep. He drank his milk, he didn't fall asleep. He threw up. All over. So I got back off the freeway, found a gas station, undressed Rex just to discover that he had also peed threw his clothes, put my hoodie on Rex, and then let him play drive the car some more while I tried to get as much of the puke out of the car as I could. I lined his carseat with paper towels, buckled him back in and we were off.

He got back on the freeway; Rex found a sucker, opened it and ate it while drinking the rest of his milk and then finally fell asleep.

We got back to Provo around 2. Emma was already at our house, doing laundry and ready to babysit Rex. But I have terrible temple narcolepcy, so I decided to lay down for just a bit so I wouldn't fall asleep during the session. I woke up an hour later, but Greg and Emma were just leaving to pick up Emma's wedding dress, so obviously I got back in bed. Greg woke me up at 4:30. By that time, Greg was hungry for dinner, so I thought we'd eat dinner and go...but we gave up. We're going to give the temple another shot this weekend.

Some days you just can't win.

On the bright side, because of my amazing nap, I got a ton done last night after Rex went to bed.