For the second week in a row, I’ve had aspirations of heading to nearby Cornwall for their weekly Farmer’s Market. I found out about it last year and became a big fan because of the huge variety, nice people and low prices. Plus, shopping and eating local is a good thing, I hear. My only complaint is that it doesn’t go later in the day, ending at 5:30PM, because it would be nice to head over with my wife.

While driving through Cornwall recently, I saw a sign for the market and was excited to head over. Hasn’t happened yet. Heck, I just went to the grocery store for the first time with Lucy last week. Trips like these worry me because I still haven’t figured out a good way to carry Lucy in a wrap or other kind of baby-carrying device that’s not a car seat (those things are cumbersome). My wife wraps the Moby around herself like a ninja doing origami and the baby’s perfectly happy. I try something like that and not only am I worried I didn’t wrap it right, but also that she’ll have a poo-splosion and we’ll both be covered. Really, I just need to keep going on outings with Lucy and that will make it easier all around. Eventually my fears will fade away or at least lessen.

As I mentioned last week, Lucy had a rough day on Wednesday. Today was kind of rough, but for different reasons. Some work things came up that I had neglected making me feel like a rank amateur and stressing me out for the rest of the day. Add in to that the fact that Lucy seemed to be spitting up and pooping a lot and it was an odd day. She also ate more than normal and wasn’t sleeping for more than 10 or 15 minutes per nap. Maybe it’s a growth spurt, I don’t know. The point is that, given the day we’d been having, I was even more worried about taking her out to the farmer’s market (and then the grocery store).

So, thanks to a cocktail of work, worry and the general wariness that comes from watching a three month old all day on your own, I didn’t wind up running any of my errands. I feel like a bit of a failure (how did 50s housewives do it all?!) but I’m still getting used to this whole work-from-home dad thing.