we strip the sheets and mattress cover which are now nastay. back to bed? hardly. parker wanna nurse? please?? the only hope of getting him back to sleep at this point. he tricks us. nurses for like five minutes and then is all, "suckas! you thought that was gonna put me back to sleep? not i! i'm only re-energized now!" so we lay there, getting kicked and shat on and i start dreaming of food. i decide i must have a johnny rockets burger, fries, and milkshake. i tell steve. we'll try to make it happen. he has the day off.
hours later (remember, this was all happening at 4 am) we get in the car. to feed the ravenous woman, that's me. parker promptly falls asleep in his car seat... finally. wake him so soon? no. let's drive around. i'm starving. steve keeps suggesting different places in lieu of going as far as johnny rockets because i was all, "I HAVE BEEN SUSTAINING A LIFE TODAY AND HAVE YET TO EAT A THING," and at this point i'm considering looking for a dirty diaper (there's got to be one in this car somewhere!) and eating that. i can't think straight. we come up with drive-thru to maintain a sleeping parker. my dreams of johnny rockets are dashed and replaced with a wendy's number one and a frosty. sooooo not as cool. nevertheless, i stuff my face and like it. all that talk of health food on this blog? phony. and the number one was good, my friends. did you know wendy's fries are way better now? then we walk around town with a finally awake parker who totally thwarted our plans and was thinking the whole time, "serves you right for not playing with me at 4 am. did you have me so you could get your sleep??? you idiots."
and did i mention the weather was spectacular and it was awesome to have steve all to myself? oh, and that we totally celebrate mediocrity here by taking pictures of a WENDY'S DRIVE-THRU MENU. someone put us out of our misery.