one track mind? I wish
My brain is in about a million different places. Clearly. For example, today after the gym, the kids and I went to Satan-land (aka Walmart) because I needed potatoes and those Command wall hooks for the stockings. What I ended up getting was this:
*A small bookshelf for Claire’s room
*Five purple storage bins
*Vicks humidifier syrup
*Room darkening shade and curtain rod
*A full sized mattress protector pad
Let’s review here. No where did I read that I got potatoes or those Command wall hook thingies. My receipt says that I suck.
Then, this afternoon, Claire’s new comforter and such came in the mail. She’s going to be moving into the full sized bed we have in the guest room and thus giving Luca the twin bed. He’ll be moving into the guest room. It’s already painted grey. Sweet. One less thing I have to do.
So, moving on, Claire said, “I want my big bed tonight!”
And I replied, “Daddy is going to do that on Sunday.”
“But I can’t wait that long! I’m ‘cited!”
Then me, and my not so bright brain decided to move them myself. I’M SO SMART.
It was by far a lot easier than I had anticipated. Especially because I took the doors off the hinges.
Now her and Luca are playing in her room and I’m sitting on the floor of the hallway listening to Jason Mraz radio on Pandora and feeling the baby kick my butt because I wasn’t very bright.
Matt’s going to be soooo mad at me when he gets home. I can hear it now:
“Everything’s gotta be now, now, NOW doesn’t it? Huh? Why couldn’t you wait?”
“And did you forget that you’re 7 1/2 months pregnant!?”
“Always now, now, now, huh?”
“You’re lucky I love you.”
Perhaps I’ll just make him read this blog before he comes home so he knows he already yelled at me.
Nah. I like to give him surprises.
The kids must think I look so pathetic sitting in the hallway right now because they keep on coming out of Claire’s room and giving me hugs and kisses. I think I got about 50 so far.
It was totally worth it.
In other news, I’m totally done Christmas shopping. Totally, completely, finally done! I just have to finish stuffing Claire’s beanbag and the in-law’s pillows. Here’s a photo of Luca’s beanbag chair:
It’s about the size of twenty Luca-mans.
Gosh, I love being crafty.
(And see how this blog went a million different directions? See what I’m saying!?)