I know, I know. I’ve been MIA for quite a while. I keep thinking of great post ideas, but then get distracted by things like the baby eating lip gloss and Punkin crying over the fact that 3 strands of hair fell out of her pig tails.
Most recent events: Smush is walking! And the angels rejoiced. This means I no longer have to be concerned that she’ll need physical and occupational therapy (yes, it crossed my mind. Don’t judge). And because walking is so new and exciting, I don’t have to carry her everywhere anymore! Yay for hands-free living. Sort of. We’re making progress.
Punkin started second grade. I’m in shock. She, of course, is in heaven because she loves school like a pregnant woman loves to slap the stupid out of rude strangers. Wait…what?
The Nerd and I are going away for two whole days. Alone. Well, with other adults, but sans the children. I am both elated and devastated. Two days of no crying, no whining, no messes, no diapers, no fighting. But two days of no Smush smiles, Goo giggles, Punkin snuggles, Mommy-I-love-yous. Sigh. We’ll all survive I’m sure. But I’ll miss them like crazy. Is it possible to miss them when you haven’t even left yet?
My whole house was clean yesterday. Even the basement. This last .7 seconds, but it happened. I attribute this burst of cleanliness to my recent obsession with the TV show Hoarders, which inspires me to clean like a mad woman for fear of uncovering 428 cats hiding underneath the toys. Have you ever seen that show? It is unreal, and it has one of two possible effects:
- You clean like your life depends on it, because if you’ve seen that show, it actually does depend on it.
- You realize that things could totally be way worse, and if the jello that the toddler knocked onto the floor sits there for a little longer, nobody is going to get the plague from it.