STUCK!

Well, today was a long day. First, I should probably mention that yesterday afternoon our starter went out on the car. This is something we were expecting to happen, as the car had been struggling for the last month or so. It was really a matter of waiting for it to stop starting eventually--so every time we'd get in the car for the last month, we would basically pray that the car would start. Yesterday it didn't. I knew today would be hard, but it's been a while since I literally could not leave the house--at least to go farther than where I can walk. I think Hannah was quite a bit younger the last time, so she probably was still napping twice a day, maybe not walking, etc.
To start it off, Hannah woke up at 7am, so by 8:15 we had had breakfast, taken a bath and gotten dressed. What now? We played with all of her toys, we went up & down the stairs, we got out the play-doh, I made cookies, we read books...only to find when I looked at the clock that it was 9:15. Oh brother. Walk time! We went for a super-long walk, and we only headed home when I figured both of our fingers & noses were in danger of frostbite. After getting home & trying to keep Hannah busy with any number of songs, dances, books, etc, we had lunch & I put her down for her nap before noon! Yikes. She didn't actually go to sleep until almost 12:30 because, well, she hadn't really done much to expend any energy, right? I, on the other hand, was exhausted & ready for a nap myself. Hannah was up within 2 hours and it was back to "entertainment mode." We did a few more games, read some more books & I started some spaghetti sauce. I put on "Little Drummer Boy" to try & catch her attention for a brief 24 minutes (I know, I'm horrible--I allowed my under-2-year-old to watch the horrid television; well, I'll have you know that she sat through about 1-minute increments & then went and played or screamed elsewhere in the house.) *Oh yes, and her latest thing is screaming randomly for no apparent reason. That's fun.
At 3:30 we headed outside again to walk down the street & look at the lit snowman in our neighbor's yard. At 4:15, I got a call from Keith saying that he wasn't going to get home until 6:00pm. Lovely. Two more hours of...what??? Well, that last bit of time was kind of a blur because I was doing anything I could think of to keep Hannah (& myself) from falling apart at the seams. Now that it is 7:15 and Hannah is getting her snack from Daddy, saying her cute little words & doing her own sign for "I Love You," I can't really think back to why the day was so hard. It's amazing what mommy-memory does...right from that first labor experience, you just forget the negative things...or at least you forget why it was so traumatic. :)
Thankfully, my mom (bless her!) is coming over tomorrow so I can (borrow her car &) go get a haircut, run some errands, and generally have a break. The ironic thing is that Hannah will probably be napping the majority of that time, but I'll take what I can get! :)