Having sort of a crazy feeling morning....Chris needs his flu shot and
was looking everywhere for his insurance card. Couldn't find it, wound
up taking mine and putting in a request to Cigna for another card. I
realized that I'd left two dozen eggs out overnight. Facepalm. Eggs in
trash. However, I have like 8 dozen eggs in the fridge right now. I
guess my rate of omelet making has gone down drastically! Time to bake
some eggs for dinner. And lunch.
Picture me writing the check to
the town for the car excise tax while Ladybug pours her water into
her cereal. We'd already pulled apart my wallet looking for the
insurance card, so that was all over the table too. I took the
opportunity to clean out the extra cards I don't need to have in there.
They'd have gone in the trash, but I gave them to Bug to play with.
So I'll probably be cleaning those up repeatedly before I get sick of it
and toss them.
One week to Thanksgiving and my house is almost
total chaos. I kept hugging my husband and going, "I don't know why I'm
so stressed this morning..." And he's like, "Um, cause it's kinda a zoo
in here right now?" Speaking of zoo, I haven't fed the cat yet....But I
did apologize to him for being low on the priority list. Not kidding, I
patted his head and said, "Sorry Skimble, you're at the bottom of the
list right now!"
I did remember to pull the stroller out of the car so that Chris wouldn't take it to work with him and leave us stranded.
While
all this is going down Chris and I discussed which of three major
purchases should be next: toy closet, chest freezer, or microwave cart.
We decided quickly that microwave cart can wait as long as we get the
pot rack up soon. Toy closet involves buying me a dresser so my clothes
come out of the spare bedroom. Then we buy some shelving so all the toys
can live in spare bedroom closet. This is important because Ladybug plays better (happily, independently) if her toys are organized and
rotated regularly. As opposed to in a crazy mixed up pile of parts that
get coated in that mixture of peanut butter, spit, and oatmeal that is
Toddler Goo. Happy toddler = vying for very high priority.
Then
there's the chest freezer. The fridge is bursting at the seams. Adding
to my stress right now is that it needs to be cleaned out and is
currently the source of mysterious ucky smell whenever I go in the
kitchen. So gross! I'm not the best housekeeper (by any stretch), but my
fridge is not usually full of random gross. I keep opening the freezer
and noting that I have next to no extra space. How am I supposed to cook
ahead for Thanksgiving, or anything else, if I can't store it
properly....Chris says, and I agree, that the chest freezer is the next
purchase. Then we launch into the discussion of where in the basement it
will live, each mentally sliding furniture around and making our case
for best location. Ladybug is gleefully pulling out brooms and mops and
strewing them about in positions most likely to lead to tripping. She's
doing this because I mentioned that we're going to clean today.
When Chris finally did walk out the door for work, I felt that "I'm here alone in the chaos with no other adults" feeling. I don't remember even feeling that way when he went back to work after our daughter was born! But today, yep.
One week till Thanksgiving. ; )
