This morning my mother has taken all five children. All five! I have 45 minutes of utter aloneness in the house before I need to go pick up three of them. So far I have used my precious, precious time to:
1) pee with the door open
2) eat four--no, five--Reese's peanut butter cups
Woo hoo, party at my house!
I went to The Children's Place store yesterday and bought a few more things to supplement last week's online order. I found the pink patterned maryjane sneakers, which was happy: I'd only been able to get them in blue on the site. I also found the pink/orange hoodie in 4T for next year: there were none in 4T on the site so I'd bought it in 3T, but 3T is this year's size and so probably I'll return that one when it arrives (Elizabeth already has two spring-patterned hoodies in 3T). I also bought a pink crinkle skirt and a purple shirt with a huge ice cream cone on it. I'd wanted the huggable octopus shirt but they didn't have any left in bigger sizes. I considered the striped crinkle skirt and maybe I will still go back for it, but yesterday the twins were falling apart and I didn't have enough time to consider shirt options.
While I was out, I also bought the big bottle of Dove 2-in-1 moisturizing shampoo conditioner. I used it this morning but my hair is still wet so it's too soon for a report.
So! On to non-retail news! My mother-in-law is in touch with my parents from time to time, and she emailed them yesterday to say that she is driving out to visit us this October. How many days do you think it will be before she tells us? Let's start the count: today is Day 1.
So. October. And this is July. That means I have roughly three months to clean the house. It will not be enough time. I think I am going to have to bring back "Digging Ourselves Out" projects. I did one the day before yesterday but didn't think to take a Before picture. We have a large endtable next to the couch, and it was piled so high with clutter, items were actually sliding down as if on skis. I'd intended to remove only the things Edward was actively getting into, but I inadvertently triggered a total-endtable clear-up. Now no one is allowed to put a single thing on that Lemon Pledge-shiny surface. EVER AGAIN.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 1 of 2 - I have TWO 8-year-olds to buy for, so I’m going to split it up into two posts. Today will be the things we’re getting for Edward. I dislike saying “Gift id...