My Day Off

Today is President's Day, which means I was allowed to sleep in, and I would have, if Phillip's space age phone hadn't gone BLEERP! BLEERP! at six in the morning signaling Impending Doom. Actually, it was signaling that the air conditioning was out in the server room in Phillip's office and you know what that means. The world, it was ending. BeCAUSE the world was ending, Phillip had to steal the car and drive into work which means I am husband-less, car-less and stuck at home doing laundry for the next six hours.

Today is also the day when Phillip finds out if his little local company has officially been swallowed whole by the big Fortune Something-Or-Other company, because God thought it would be entertaining to have us deal with a newborn and a lay off at the same time.

Nevertheless! I decided to make my three-day weekend about Climbing Down From The Ledge.
I put on my sweats, I caught up on TV and I immersed myself in a new book. Then I had to put the book in the freezer because I was reading about 1) the Cuban missile crisis, 2) molestation of an 8-year-old, 3) murder and 4) international spies and it was not exactly helping my stress level. It's one of those books where everything would be fine if the characters just told the truth, but noooo everyone's got a secret and I don't CARE if they have good reasons to keep secrets, I CANNOT HANDLE READING IT ANYMORE. So. The book is in the freezer until I am either farther from the ledge or zonked out on Valium.

(Does anyone else make books, uh, a little more real than they are? Because I was DREAMING about this book. I caught myself thinking about the characters at random inopportune times. I was paranoid about fictional characters facing a crisis I know ends well!) 

Then I said to myself, "You know what makes you feel better? Spending money!" and I made Phillip drive me out to the Evil Baby Warehouse where I promptly purchased the Adorable Bedding Set and Matching Window Valance. I know the Baby Bargains book tells me not to do this. I know I am not supposed to cover up my baby with a quilt. I know it is a giant waste of money and my baby will not notice and we will probably keep him in bed with us because we are lazy and unwilling to get out of bed fourteen times a night to jam a pacifier back in his mouth. But you know what? It is SUPER CUTE and it made me HAPPY.

While I was wearing dirty clothes and watching TV and growing more neurotic with every chapter, Phillip was putting my new desk together and moving furniture around. I think this is the 9th or 10th time we've moved the upstairs furniture this month. My 'office' was still in the baby's room, so we set up my new little desk in our bedroom, transferred all the computer and desk stuff (like my Nancy Drew journal and my bulletin board and the box of notecards I never use and my Hawaii Hello Kitty), moved the Giant Ikea Storage Thing to the baby's room, took apart my old desk (aka $10 Ikea tabletop and legs) and made room for the crib and the glider I hope to score off of craig's list. The baby's room still looks like a pile of junk, but I can at least see where the new stuff will go.

And when we finished all of this? We set the Roomba loose.

I highly recommend the Roomba. Not because it is a spectacular vacuum (although it does its job), but for the entertainment value. We seriously sat and watched the Roomba do its thing for a whole 15 minutes. Now I just need to buy one of these things and convince Phillip to start calling it Fluffy. 

Comments

[Lindsay]

Oh, I definitely get too emotionally invested in books. I have had a couple of books taken away from me for awhile because my yelling at the fictional characters written on pages was getting worrisome & annoying. It doesn't help when you have GAD & Panic Disorder either...

[Laura]

The bedding is super cute! The only real waste is the diaper stacker (mine came with it)...I mean come on..who has time to do that I just grab them out of the box!