Tonight I fed my unborn child McDonald's for dinner.
Yes, I am ashamed of this.
Earlier I was running errands for Georgiana's memorial service and brunch, which we're having Saturday morning.
I ran to drop off the programs at Kinko's. Here's how the conversation went.
Lady behind the register: "Ok, so you need 50 of these?"
Lady: "Can you pick them up tomorrow?"
Lady: (upon opening the file I brought on my zip disk) "Oh! What a cute baby shower invitation."
Me: "It's a...memorial service program."
(cue awkward silence)
(cue exasperated sigh as I walked to the car)
One hour later while still running errands, Kinko's lady calls me.
Lady: "Ma'am, I just wanted to let you know I found a typo on the program."
Me: "Oh, ok, what is it?"
Lady: "It says here 'Born March 21, Died March 20.' I think the dates are switched"
Me: "No, that's actually correct."
Lady: [cue awkward silence] "Oh."
Me: "Thanks for calling. I'll pick them up tomorrow."
[cue flinging phone across the room]
Ok I didn't actually throw the phone, but in my mind that's what happened. At that point, I decided to get McDonald's. And as I ate salty french fries and a Quarter Pounder, I felt a little better, if slightly ashamed.
And when I got in bed tonight, I felt a little more better as I cried over my second baby dancing around in my swollen belly.