Cute LG picture to distract you while I come up with something to write about...
Random, gratuitous o picture. Because I can. Check out our beautiful Grammie blanket. Grey and white, stylish, huh? And LG has only tried to steal it once.
PB is reading Shel Silverstein poems to LG right now (their usual bed time ritual). The poems are not doing anything to make today seem any more real. But o seems to like sitting on my lap and listening, too. Good deal.
And now to complain about what I originally thought was a blessing. PB has three weeks off. This is week #3. And I was thrilled about this, at first. Because when LG was born he got 3, yup, 3 days off. But then LG and I were able to get into our rhythm. We figured eachother out. Got a system. And my only goal was to keep him happy, get in a shower by noon, and have some tummy time for him in the afternoon. This worked well. Keep the expectations low. But every morning now I get "What's the plan for today?". Uhm, survival? Eating, sleeping and pooping? A plan? There is no plan. And so, I don't ever have a good answer for this. PB doesn't really need us. He has a ton of projects he really wanted to get done around the house. He can go out and do them. But he feels bad not spending time with o, since that's why he's home. We've been to the mall, out to lunch, to the dump, to Target more times than I want to think about. Killing me. Slowly. I would never complain about having PB around, but I need to find a rhythm soon, or o will never get a schedule, and I'll never get a nights sleep.
Ok, no more random today. Go see other folks random. Folks who have more than two living brain cells. And have a good week, all.