Not So Organized Chaos

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. ; )