Queen of Rambles

I must have been crazy yesterday when I looked around the house and didn’t have a total freak out conniption about all the random junk that was piled up every where. It was mostly piled up neatly, but there was no denying it was junk that needed to find a new home. Problem: our house is so small there are no new homes for piles of junk.

Tonight we had a dinner get together with our friends.

Yesterday, I got the bright idea to make chicken enchiladas with creamy tomatillo sauce and fresh guacamole. From scratch.

Today: Grocery shopping, Body Pump, COOKING ALL FREAKING DAY LONG, and cleaning.

Whew!

It is any wonder my arms feel like wet noodles? I didn’t think I was going to have the strength to mash the avocados. Ugh.

At least I am married to a guy who knows the value of helping his wife. I busted my ass all day, but he busted his ass with cleaning up all night. Good boy.

Remind me never to make a Mexican fiesta on a weekday when I don’t have support staff. I broke our TV rule and plunked Erik in front of Blue’s Clues for most of the day. He wanted to help me so badly and I was so cranky that it was very, very difficult for me to calm down and let him slowly and with no great skill do little things that I could have done in ten seconds.

The good news is that all the cleaning required me to keep my clothes on, so I was fully dressed when the mail carrier knocked on the door. I am often pantsless, which results in unnecessary trips to the leasing office for packages. I hate going to the frick-fracking leasing office, mainly because they never have cookies any more and Erik thinks it is his duty to inform everyone in a 10 mile radius that he needs cookies. Have I mentioned I’m really unhappy with the new management here? The lack of cookies is just the tip of the ice berg.

So I opened the door and received my package of missing items from Oregon! My favorite, beautiful, wonderific, pink shirt was in the package! It wasn’t lost and gone forever! Also, the quilting pattern that the quilting store forgot to put in my bag was there! I sent my mom to the quilt store to pick it up and she said she thought she was going to break out in hives from all the fabric. Even though we look like we could be twins, we clearly don’t share everything in life. Point is, she said she walked in and said her daughter didn’t receive a pattern and they instantly handed it to her. No pain, no fuss. I’m glad because I know she was very freaked out by the idea of going in and asking for it. She’s silly sometimes.

I have big plans to go to the mall and see a movie with some girl friends on Saturday, so I’m wearing my fancy pink top. Because I really need to impress the girls. Maybe we’ll all go and get some vibrating mascara together.

With that lovely thought, I think I better go to bed. We’ve had a rough couple of nights because Erik has been peeing the bed. And we still co-sleep. Argh! I don’t understand it. Several weeks ago he stopped peeing in the night. He just stopped. Instantly. I never could explain how that happened, but it worked for me. Now, suddenly, he is back at it? Since I don’t know what the magic was before, I have no idea how to tackle this problem. We don’t have any pull-ups in the house, so he’s going to have to get over it. I’m hoping it’s because he has gone to bed extremely early the past two nights and was excessively tired. He went to bed at his normal time tonight so maybe that will help.

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