On my event calendar for the night is a clothes folding party. Unfortunately I think I'll be the only one attending.
Christopher is playing sock puppets in his bed when he knows he is supposed to be napping. Yes, that was naughty, but I am still glad he was misbehaving in such a normal little boy way. I will take that any day over the biting, kicking, and screaming that we used to have.
My living room is covered in pink. And barf.
My beautiful bright garage makes me want to create a woman cave out there. A book shelf, a rug, a lamp stand.... Don't need the lamp, but the stand would have a coaster for my coffee.... Ummm, sounds nice. It's too bad my laundry room is in the garage. How relaxing could my woman cave be if I were staring at my Mount Washmore?
If the load of laundry I'm washing has even one piece of Ilse's clothes in it, I use her detergent. I don't want to risk accidentally letting her wear something that has the other soap on it because it irritated her skin and gave me the 'Oh no! Eczema is starting already!' scare.
I had very little sleep last night since Ilse was sick in the afternoon, consequently took her nap really late, and then was up most of the night. She would fuss, I would check on her, and she would smile at me. The little stinker.
Even with as little sleep as I got, I still couldn't resist wasting my nap time to write this blog post.
Those are the snippets of my life from today!