ANOTHER Daddy adventure

I love my husband I truly do but sometimes I could just SCREAM "What were you thinking?!?!?!"

On Saturday morning I went to Home Depot early..7:45- 8am ish. I needed to pick out the paint color for Hailey's room...we were having a painting party =). I got there and felt fine, great even. I saw some old friends I had worked with and said hello. Of course everyone was asking about Kyle..they haven't seen him. "where's the baby?" was all I heard. I honestly went so early because I figured it would not be busy, and I did not bring Kyle because I figured the people I mostly worked with would not be there yet.

So there I am debating on the perfect shade of pink..yes pink, I never thought I would paint pink but that's another story. I really believed I would go in find the right pink and be out. Do you KNOW how HARD it is to pick out paint. I chose all the colors in my house before and did not remember it taking THAT long. But pink...it was excruciating.

So there I am trying to decide and the woman who I worked with was updating me on her family. Her grandson was born and not doing very well. I was listening and my heart so went out to her and then the store spun. I felt the blood leave my hands and feet. I felt horribly rude, but I looked at her and said "I am so sorry but I think I might pass out I need some air" I was so embarrassed. I somehow made it outside to get some air.

Another associate came out and sat with me. She did her best to make me feel better (so sweet) I knew I was not 100% but I was hell bent on getting that pink paint. I headed back in the store and thought "just do this you can do this-in and out". Then the spin hit me again! I really thought I could get through picking the color but did not want to drive home. Granted we live about 1 mile away, but this was BAD! I do not know how but I was able to call Jay. I just said "you have to come get me" He asked "What should I do with Kyle?" "Of course BRING HIM!

(To give you a little back story Jay is in the car business. He almost never drives home the same car twice so the second base is never in one of his vehicles. Also, he has NO IDEA how to really install the base, because he has never had to. I have no doubt he could figure it out, but most of that stuff I do.)

As I am standing at the counter trying to hold myself up I told myself, he is NOT going to find that base and put it in the car. Next thing I knew I was looking up at the lights and 2 old friends were helping me up. I was MORTIFIED. I tried so hard to not pass out and boom I did. I was given water and a chair and looking for my phone to tell Jay not to come (he wasn't going to install the base) then comes in my husband and my baby boy everyone was looking for.

My beautiful baby boy was still in his pajamas, with breakfast dribbled down the front of them and he had baby boogies all over his face. Now, not only was I embarrassed that I fainted but my cutie son looked like a neglected snotty puppy.

The associates told Jay to bring the car around. I said absolutely not! I still need my pink paint. Poor Jason was really under the gun now...he had to pick the perfect pink or else we would be painting for a second time; and considering my most recent appearance it would be him going back and forth to the store purchasing the pink paint.

The paint was purchased, and I was home free...we were headed home. This is where the Daddy dumbness (for lack of better words) is found out. I asked "where is Kyle's car seat?" His response "I thought you had it" Which was SUCH B.S. He KNEW I did not have it. I was furious! Thank God we live so close. Literally, if you wanted a nice walk you could walk to the Depot from my home. I sat in the back with Kyle and we made it home. I KNOW this is against the law and unsafe and etc. but I HAD to get home I was SICK.

So later that day I asked Jason, "How did you get Kyle to the Depot?" I know if it were me and my husband called in a panic and scared me to pieces I maybe would not have my head on straight either but that baby would have been in a car seat in a base. You would think he would have at least put him in his car seat...but NO. He held him the whole way there. I addressed Daddy and the situation of course. How could you not at LEAST put him in the safety seat?!?!?

He was scared...I have NEVER called him like that. I would have to REALLY need help to have called him and I did. I guess love makes you do some crazy things. I am just wondering, because my husband really is a good dad...Is this a guy thing? Is this a Daddy thing? Do daddy's really think THAT differently from Mommy's? Or is this just a MY husband thing?