Today was Moms' Group at Church and I got paged out to feed Littlest One and missed like half of the guest speakers. I'm kind of bummed, but totally understand that when a baby needs food, you feed them!
It was good to connect, even momentarily...I was late, it was a crazy morning, but it was the sort of crazy where I knew if I didn't go to Group I'd regret it later on...
And now, I'm sitting here listening to "Modern Country" courtesy of Sirius through my DirecTV contract, watching DG run around in her T-shirt and panties (she's almost awake potty trained - her words, not mine), and Captain sprawl on the couch holding the Shrek DVD case asking to watch it while Littlest One snoozes in the swing.
I'm also seeing that I have somehow accumulated a heap of toys in my family room, my kitchen looks as though a baby oatmeal whirlwind went through at a dead sprint...
Yesterday, at bedtime, my house could have appeared in a magazine like Better Homes...and in just a few short hours, it makes me look like a candidate for Worst. Mother. Ever.
Sigh...so, after our lunch, the kids will help me pick up their toys, and then, while they nap, I'll tidy up and run the vacuum.
In other news, Captain Chaos is now proudly sleeping in his "Real big boy bed that Daddy made because I'm special bed" and DG will shortly be sleeping in the Youth Bed (slightly bigger than a crib/toddler bed, but smaller than a twin). We'll be selling our 2nd crib online by this weekend! WOOT!
One large baby item down, about a bazillion and twelve to go!