Friday, August 12, 2005
I woke up and realized that um, I'm having a baby. So I had my husband bring down the cradle, washed the bedding and all her teeny tiny clothes. Then I realized that we hadn't even gotten around to painting the sweet little dresser that was left in the attic by someone who lived here in the past hundred years, and that really, the most important thing was that the refrigerator needed to be cleaned. It needed to gleam, to sparkle, because after all you only get one chance to make a good first impression and you know, the baby might look in there--plus football conditioning camp starts on Monday, followed the next week by football practice/season, and there is a new uniform to buy for a certain freshman, not to mention school supplies, and a two-year-old I know is signed up for a sibling class--hmmm did I mention the four man crew coming on Saturday that plans on putting up drywall, replacing windows, laying floors, setting tiles, and priming walls over the next three weeks? Hey! I have an idea. Why don't we do everything at once?