So far today,
I’ve changed 6 diapers.
I got a 5 year old out the door to catch the bus.
I drove my three-year old, 20 month-old, and 3 week old to preschool to drop off the three-year old.
I drove home. Unloaded everyone.
Loaded everyone up, drove back, picked the 3 year old back up. Wish preschool lasted longer than 2 1/2 hours.
I’ve nursed Ivy 4 times.
I washed Oliver’s hair, that was covered in syrup. I also washed part of the floor, and part of the couch. No, we didn’t even eat pancakes today. Oliver just helped himself to the syrup from the pantry.
I’ve tried putting Ivy to bed in her OWN bed three times. She’s slept between 19 seconds and 40 minutes each time. At which point I pick her up and rock her back to sleep and try again, or put her in her carseat to go pick up her brother, or leave her crying because I’m washing someone’s syrup hair or something like that.
I’ve washed, dried, and folded two loads of laundry. They may or may not get put away.
I’ve called three different people trying to track down the right people, who’s away from the phone anyway.
I left a message, again. Why can people not call back in a timely manner?
I brushed my teeth. Major accomplishment. I couldn’t remember the last time I did this.
I drank two cups of coffee. Without which none of the above would have gotten done.
I looked at my finger. A lot.
because I’m wearing this:
OHmygosh- so pretty! I’m not sharing a picture of it on my hand because I need a manicure (ha!) and my skin is so dry I look like I have old-lady alligator hands. Anyway, Neil gave the ring to me, of course. He bought it awhile ago, so the story goes, to give to me on our tenth anniversary, which is this summer. But I guess watching me thrash and yell and deliver our fourth child, our first daughter, was enough to convince him that this would be appropriate timing to gift me with some diamonds.
I couldn’t agree more.
The last few days have been more than a bit rough, due to some issues I will hopefully share when they are (hopefully, if ever) resolved. I spent a lot of time on Friday crying, but every time I looked at my hand, I felt a teeny bit happier.
I love my new ring, and I love my husband, who loves me even though I make terrible, horrible, stupid mistakes that could end up costing us loads of cash. Thanks Neil, you’re the bestest ever.