Happy Friday! Or in our household Fri-YAY. I always look forward to Fridays. When I am working, it marks the end of a week. For now, while on maternity leave, it means I get help during the day (Saturday/Sunday) from my husband. But with the holidays nearing, I actually get 1.5 weeks of daily help. Which is needed considering BOTH kids will be home until the new year.

Today marks 4 days until Christmas. This year I have been a bit behind on Christmas shopping, the newborn + a toddler has thrown me off schedule a little. My Excel spreadsheet, aka “Santa’s List” has slowly been filling in. Two weeks ago, I thought I had our 2-year-old all set for Santa. He had been asking for superheroes and cars, so in my mind that meant Marvel action figures and any Hot Wheel track. Done.

This year is finally the year our son is enjoying Christmas as much as I do. After seeing 3 Santas over the last few weeks, our 2-year-old asked Santa for the same thing from each of them, a “Monster Car Racer Track.” I am not up-to-speed on race car sets, but I was feeling pretty confident in the Hot Wheels track I had purchased a few weeks ago. I mean my husband and I had come to a consensus on which one to get after I had sent him 20 text messages while I was at Target.

This confidence was going strong until a commercial came on for a Hot Wheels track. Our son told us that was THE “Monster Car Racer Track” he wanted. My husband and I agreed he is 2 and probably wouldn’t know the difference. I kept telling [more like convincing] myself any race track on Christmas would be fine.

As I continued to cross people off my Excel spreadsheet this week I had a feeling that the track we had opted for was not going to cut it. If I wanted my son to believe in Santa for the next decade (ok that may be a stretch) but even for this year, I needed to get that “Monster Car Racer Track.” I could not mess up the first year he was finally understanding and getting excited about Santa.

So with 4 days until Christmas, we [ok my husband] got our 2-year-old off to school, and I settled in for some much needed coffee, opened up my laptop to review the Excel spreadsheet, find and purchase that “Monster Car Racer Track,” and start to pump. Multi-tasking at it’s finest. I was pumping in the kitchen where I often do because I have everything I need is arm’s length. No one can see me from the outside because it’s not like I am standing in front of a window, so it is a perfect spot.

While I was busy online shopping and pumping before we went to the gym, two men walked around the corner of our house and into our backyard. I can see out the patio door from where I pump in the kitchen, but people cannot see me. Well, I’m 95% sure they cannot see me. Regardless, at that moment all I could say was “Oh my God!” The only response I got from my husband was “What?”

Pump still on and pumping, I pulled it off and crouched down on the kitchen floor. The landscapers that were supposed to come two days ago decided today, during pumping time (because clearly they knew that), with blinds wide open, to come. My husband casually walked to close the blinds and went outside to chat with them. He could have moved a bit quicker as I fumbled on the kitchen floor.

I’m fairly sure that the landscapers never saw me, but I should probably do some testing on visibility tomorrow. After getting all the way down in the floor, I was not getting back up. So I stayed in the floor, turned the pump on and continued to shop.

After that fun and potentially awkward situation, I was ready for the gym. I glanced at the clock and it was only 9:00 a.m. on a Friday. 4 days before Christmas. Caffeine had barely kicked in and my mind was shifting from caffeine to wanting a glass of wine. I mean it had to be 5 o’clock somewhere?!