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    May 22, 2008

    Even when I have nothing to say I still manage to fill the compose window...

    Today at Parenting I attempt to rationalize my lack of belly shots, blog posts and new girly bedding for the new baby. "Harrumph," says New Baby. "Good luck with THAT one."

    After I wrote that Fix Up My Bedroom post yesterday I got all kinds of wigged out. I not exactly the patient type and it was driving me up a wall that I couldn't go out RIGHT THAT SECOND and buy everything I needed. And then I thought about how we will probably go to Ikea this weekend, along with the rest of the Greater Northwest Population, and exit the store without anything we were looking for and also an intense hatred of The Public. Because that's what always happens to me when I go to Ikea. I can't figure out what I want and invariably someone has driven their loaded shopping cart over my foot.

    Thanks for all your [excellent!] suggestions. They helped me make a list which I then used to torment my husband when he got home from work. Phillip has no imagination when it comes to stuff like this. I'll start yammering about a shelf here and a hook here and the whole time his face is scrunched up like, "what the hell is she talking about, I can't picture any of this, if she keeps talking I'm going to miss The Simpsons." And while I think I'm pretty good at envisioning things and thinking up solutions, I'm pretty rotten at the execution part. This is why I should not be allowed near a paint brush. I am not kidding about wanting something to take no longer than an hour. If I have to go shopping, then lug it home, then put it together, then find out it doesn't fit, then take it back, then find something else, then realize it's not big enough and we need another one... GAAAHHHH.

    Then I took Jack for a walk and picked up every single House For Sale flyer in my neighbor and wigged out all over again because WHY CAN'T MY HOUSE LOOK LIKE THOSE PICTURES.

    Now you are thinking, "It's not a Personal Organizer she needs so much as many weeks of therapy."

    Do you have Memorial Day Weekend plans? (Other than going to Ikea?) I always get excited for these three-day weekends and then it turns out that somehow they got filled with the stuff we're always doing and there's no room for a Big Weekend Project! or a Big Weekend Outing! Does this only happen to me? We're doing all sorts of fun stuff this weekend (except for Ikea) but the fun stuff is spaced out kind of annoyingly and not making it very easy to, say, go somewhere we don't usually go or repaint the bedroom. (OKAY OKAY I will STOP talking about PAINT and also BEDROOMS.) In fact, my weekend sounds like a handful of fun definitely-want-to-do-these-things things filled in by manipulating nap schedules and carefully planned arrivals and departures, to make sure someone maintains his cheery disposition at the fun things. Or is this just what happens when you have a one-year-old taking his sweet sweet time transitioning to one nap?

    But we've got a lot going on post-Memorial Day. A party at our house. A destination wedding at a winery, where it will not be proper for me to get super loopy the way I did the last time I was at this winery, BOO. Out of town visitors. And our anniversary trip, which morphed from a California weekend to a Vancouver weekend to a Whistler weekend to a one-night stay in downtown Seattle, but WHATEVER, it's still a night away from the baby!

    And now I must go check to see if the blissful silence means Jack has fallen asleep in his crib or Jack is chewing thoughtfully on a board book in his crib. Shall we take bets? I'll put my money on a scenario that looks like this:

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    Sleep is for the weak!

    But oooh, I was WRONG! It seems the nap gods are smiling upon me this week.

    Comments

    He is just the cutest non-sleeping baby!

    For Memorial Day, my friend Rob is coming to visit us! Bringing his fiancee, that I have never met! I am excited! They want to go to at least one of the theme parks, so we will fight the crowds (only because we love Rob and will soon love Christy) and probably go to Universal.

    Oooohhhh, he just keeps getting cuter and cuter!

    Our big Memorial Day plans? Painting a bedroom (gasp! the "nursery") and finishing the hall bathroom which has been in dissaray since LAST Memorial Weekend. I am a slow one. Oh yes.

    And since I read about your IKEA trip yesterday I have been surfing their site and drooling and dreaming. It sucks though - no money and IKEA is 2 HOURS AWAY! Sad.

    For Memorial Day, we have big huge plans of doing nothing at all. I am SO EXCITED. Seriously.

    I suggest getting to IKEA as early as possible- they even have a very tasty and very cheap breakfast there in the cafeteria. Might help you avoid the crowds too. Good luck!

    Yes, do whatever you must to appease the nap gods!

    My Memorial Day weekend: Hoping they close the office at 3 on Friday, schoolwork, maybe yoga on Saturday but definitely movies with former co-workers, schoolwork, cookout at parents' (trying not to get my hopes up that Older Brother will come with the family), more schoolwork, sleep.

    Best of luck with IKEA. I don't know what the West Coast ones are like but I grew up with the first U.S. one (it has since moved) and I dislike crowds, so I don't get terribly excited about it anymore.

    Ikea ROCKS HARD.

    (yes, i just said that.)

    You sure have a cute lookin' baby.

    And the best part about Ikea? The better part of their storage furniture come with wall mounts. So that if the kid(s) decide to go all Barnum and Bailey on you, they won't have the ever-so character building experience of being crushed by a literary avalanche. Well that and their wooden hangers. Oh and those creme filled cookies with a bit of berry on top.

    Yeah, I guess I'll be joining the hoards this weekend.

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