Yeah, I know you are shocked. Here I sit at 7something in the morning. I’ve showered, made a first pass through my pajamas (which I wear all the time except when I leave the house) throwing some pieces out and packing others for goodwill, breakfast is cooked and waiting on the stove, and I’m pumping.
Here’s the secret: I never really went to bed exactly. Oh, I got into the bed around 2:30, and the baby woke up around 3:30 or 4, soaking wet, hungry, and grumpy. By the time I got her settled back down it was after 6. Why bother to go to bed then??????? So, here we are, you and me, and it’s going to be a fabulous day. Sleep is very highly over-rated anyway.
Let’s make a wee listie, shall we?
clean off the desk
finish the laundry
get the kitchen up to snuff
send goodwill stuff with DH
have him also pay the mortgage
Photo of the day
5 on Friday
2 stash pics (at least, maybe more)
Tell you the slip story
Tell you another smell memory
Work furiously on Grandmother’s socks
and organize my sock drawers fro good measures. Yes, I said drawers. I have 2. I like socks.
There, that oughta keep me busy until I fall right over.