I got this e-mail yesterday. Since when do we have a 51 week old child?? A year ago tomorrow I walked out of the office wishing BDO Auntie LB a "see you tomorrow - I have heart burn!" only to not set foot back in the office until post tax season. And so begins the last week I can say I DON'T have a 1 year old.
We had a pretty eventful week last week. Mike had to work this past weekend which meant he got two days off mid-week. He'd planned to catch up on stuff around the house - finish caulking the windows, perhaps buy a new car - but Lily had other plans. Wednesday afternoon we got a phone call from daycare saying she had a fever. Mike had to drop everything and pick her up. The good news is she wasn't really sick - I fully blame teething. The bad news is when you get sent home from daycare with a fever you can't come back for 24 hours. So Daddy and Lily got to spend the day together on Thursday and nothing productive around the house got taken care of. Other than a lot of good Grand Rapids Magazine reading.
Same goes for Saturday and Sunday. Mike worked while I got to hang out with Lily all weekend. Saturday she slept for 3.5 hours - something that never happens. As soon as she went down at 10:15 I started power cleaning the house and doing laundry anticipating her waking up in the next 30 minutes upon which we'd go run our slew of errands for the day. At 1:00 she was still sleeping and I found myself ALMOST bored because I'd flown through my to-do list. I cranked out some tax return review, caught up on some prime time tv shows, and had a nice long chat with my mother. We were on the road to run errands at 2:00 and I wanted to shoot myself when I saw what a trainwreck 28th Street was. I lasted about 10 minutes in Babies R Us before I walked out with only formula - really it was the only thing I needed but you never know what I could have found on clearance if I could have tolerated the mass chaos of couples registering for everything they didn't really need.
Sunday was a different story. Lily woke up at 6am and was ready to go. We ran out first thing in the morning to kill a few errands I couldn't stand to do Saturday afternoon. 28th Street was a ghost town and every store was just opening it's doors at 10:00. I'm convinced this is the only day to ever run errands from now on. By noon, we'd completed all of our errands, all of the laundry was washed and folded, and dinner for the beginning of the week was made. Naps? Non-existent. Saturday had me trying to convince Mike I wanted to stay home and spend more time with Lily. Sunday night had me telling Mike I couldn't wait for Monday morning to come so I could go back to work.
To add icing to the cake - our lovely dog wandered into who knows who's yard/garage/living room Sunday night and found herself in a litter box. She came back through the snow with it caked all over her face and neck. We had the luxury of giving our four legged family member a bath at 10:00pm last night. Ah. Good times.
Same goes for Saturday and Sunday. Mike worked while I got to hang out with Lily all weekend. Saturday she slept for 3.5 hours - something that never happens. As soon as she went down at 10:15 I started power cleaning the house and doing laundry anticipating her waking up in the next 30 minutes upon which we'd go run our slew of errands for the day. At 1:00 she was still sleeping and I found myself ALMOST bored because I'd flown through my to-do list. I cranked out some tax return review, caught up on some prime time tv shows, and had a nice long chat with my mother. We were on the road to run errands at 2:00 and I wanted to shoot myself when I saw what a trainwreck 28th Street was. I lasted about 10 minutes in Babies R Us before I walked out with only formula - really it was the only thing I needed but you never know what I could have found on clearance if I could have tolerated the mass chaos of couples registering for everything they didn't really need.
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Sunday was a different story. Lily woke up at 6am and was ready to go. We ran out first thing in the morning to kill a few errands I couldn't stand to do Saturday afternoon. 28th Street was a ghost town and every store was just opening it's doors at 10:00. I'm convinced this is the only day to ever run errands from now on. By noon, we'd completed all of our errands, all of the laundry was washed and folded, and dinner for the beginning of the week was made. Naps? Non-existent. Saturday had me trying to convince Mike I wanted to stay home and spend more time with Lily. Sunday night had me telling Mike I couldn't wait for Monday morning to come so I could go back to work.
To add icing to the cake - our lovely dog wandered into who knows who's yard/garage/living room Sunday night and found herself in a litter box. She came back through the snow with it caked all over her face and neck. We had the luxury of giving our four legged family member a bath at 10:00pm last night. Ah. Good times.
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