Today is Thursday, usually reserved for laundry and stuff around the house.
But today is Crazy Thursday.
There are guys jack-hammering in my yard to install a fence. Oh, and they keep knocking on my door to tell me they've broken another sprinkler line. The sprinkler company has already been notified and will be here in the morning to fix the lines. Fun.
Any minute now, my girlfriend will be dropping off her adorable daughter for a few days' stay at Casa de Chaos while she and her hubby travel (separately) for work. Oh yeah - her daughter's 6 months old. So, I still need to move Mitchell's carseat to the very back seat so Baby Girl can go in his spot for the next few days. To add to it, I just learned that a. my far back seat doesn't have LATCH and b. I can't find the installation instructions for the seat. Hopefully Google will bless me with information!
And, after lunch, we're going to run over to a friend's house to pick up her double stroller so I can venture out into the world (or at least to MOPS tomorrow, anyway) with all these kids.
I have said it before and I'm sure I will say it again and again in the next few days: I DON'T WANT ANY MORE CHILDREN! But, Baby Girl is super sweet and mega adorable and has the cutest feet ever - according to Mitchell, and he's quite the expert.
Mitchell is busily building "gates" to help protect Baby Girl from venturing off into places she shouldn't. For the record, Baby Girl can sit. That's about it for now, but he doesn't seem to care - he's working for the greater good here. He keeps questioning me about how old she is, how big she is, how cute she is, can she take a bath with him tonight, where is she going to sleep, can she sleep in his Spider-Man sleeping bag in his bedroom ...
So, I keep repeating the same answers - 6 months, smaller than you, yes she's very cute, no she can't take a bath with you, in the guest room, no she needs to sleep in the Pack-n-Play ...
I'm glad to report, though, that I dusted, wiped down my windows and woodwork around the living room, unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher, vacuumed, started laundry, swept and mopped. And, that was all before noon!
(Oh, I just saw something move out of the corner of my eye and looked up to see the Chem Lawn guy walking through the yard, busily spraying the treatment. I had to deactivate my sprinkler, which usually runs tomorrow, so they can fix the 2 and counting busted pipes.)