Come on, seriously!

Today is my birthday. Well, OK, not really my birthday, but it is the day I am going out with some girlfriends to celebrate my birthday, which is actually next Wednesday. And the law of God damn Murphy is kicking my ass! The baby, who has been doing pretty good the last few days, is again crabby, pissy and an all-around pain in my ass. She-who-would-not-stop-screaming finally seemed to calm down a bit once I put her down for a nap. Then a sound shook the whole house. Holy crap, is someone dropping a bomb on Kansas City. Did the terrorists decided this is the next front in their jihad.

Nope, just the damn KC air show that decided to fly over my house ALL AFTERNOON! Babies do not like when airplanes fly over their house and do flips in the air and shake their cribs with all of the freaking noise! So instead of getting some much needed rest, Lucy cried for two hours. And now, she is just such a joy. So I decided to put her down for another nap. And right after I put her down, what happened?

The plane! The plane!

You’ve got to be kidding me…