It's not a competiton, but if it were, I WON!

The last few days have been, for lack of a pg word, PURE HELL! We have gone through ups and downs with buying our first home. I love when people say "oh your first home, how exciting", it's like when they look at my 2 year old who is in the middle of having the biggest fit on record and they say "Well isn't he just precious, oh and that red hair, precious precious precious". I know your full of crap and I know your thinking better you than me sucker. Believe me I KNOW that line of fake praising because I use it daily! So anyways, back to point, things are looking up for us, we have some furniture on hold to use up the nice gift gard swisher gave us and an amazing gift of support from my parents. All we need now is the seller (Fannie Mae) to sign off on the final contract! YAY!!!

So after a few days of bad moods, crying phone calls to my mom AND dad, tense moments within our little family and very few laughs. We head home from fun new home errands, each one in our own cars since we were meeting with Ryan on the other side of Austin to save time, and decide to stop off for Mama Fu's of course! Here is where the patronizing "it's not a competition but I'm the winner" attitude takes off.

I'm trying to prove that even though Hadley is distracting I can still order our dinner and balance a one child tornado. Ryan just smiles as I order. Appetizers come and I've ordered Spring Rolls not Egg Rolls. He asks the waiter if we can please have egg rolls and informs him that he will pay for his wife's mistake.
One Point and One Smug Look for Ryan

We head home, each in our own cars and each going separate ways. This because of course each of us know the best and fastest way home. Ryan calls me about 2 minutes latter wanting to know why I went the WRONG way, I inform him it's not wrong just different and ask him to wait for me at the mailbox if he gets there before I. What do you know, not only do I get back in time to search around my overstuffed purse for one little mail key but I'm also able to check the mail, sift through the junk, and open up the gate before he even pulls in. We drive into our parking spaces, unload and Ryan just turns and smiles smugly. Doing this makes me childish to say "I'm a better navigator than you", because that is what he is waiting for. So I don't say anything, I just follow him up the stairs.
No points for either of us (really One point for me but it's not a competition)

Crawling in bed exhausted and it dawns on me Hadley had the smallest little accident on the bed before running to the bathroom and I didn't wash the sheets before I left this morning. Ryan is already laying down ready for bed and after all it happened on his side so if he hasn't noticed it why should I say anything, right? Looks like that's another point for me :)