Locks

I'm trying to do a locked post, for the first time.
Email me for the password: findingsnooze@gmail.com
(Or, for those that know me, facebook or texting works too.)

Productivity

Sundays have turned into our lazy, clean the house, don't leave the house days.
That's so much nicer than when they were church days. (V and I have both commented on how Sunday mornings were always the worst growing up, with everyone in terrible moods and rushing around and fighting.)

Baby Paisley, who is almost 2 now, has a new brother! That means I have an excuse to go baby shopping, just a bit.

V and I are both avoiding the litter boxes. The rest of the to-do list is coming along nicely, though. I really want to reorganize the craft room, but it has to wait until we're done the real stuff. Like litter.

Oh, and my puzzle. Of course it's not on the list, but that doesn't mean I'm not thinking about it! I love puzzles.

Lies

Patrick lied to me today, deliberately, for the first time. We were at the playground with friends, and he bumped into baby Kali. (I still call her a baby. She's 16 months old.) I asked him if he did (I'd just seen him run by, and then her fall), and he refused to answer. When I pressed him, he finally, slowly, said "No."

I asked Kali's mother, who'd had a clear line of sight. Oh yes he did.

We had a long talk about how if he'd just said yes, I would've asked him to apologize, and that would be the end of it. But now, since he didn't tell me the truth, he had to sit time out while the rest of his friends played.

He was unhappy. Of course, so was I!

In random cute news, as we were going to their last nature class on Wednesday, Patrick asked why it was the last one. Lilly put on her best "oh dummy" voice, though unintentionally, I think, and said, "Because, we're going to start preschool." Yes, yes you are.

Silence

I haven't been posting much, I know. It's been a stressful week with Patrick and Lilly's parents, as I'm trying to get two days off, and they're less than thrilled. Aside from my wedding, honeymoon, and anniversary, I'm not sure I've asked for more than two or three days off in the two years I've been working for them.

Plus, there are a lot of double standards, where they want me to get the kids home by 2, which is their technical naptime, but their mom has no problem signing them up for classes that run until 2:30 and we aren't home until 3. So she can fuck with their schedule, but I can't stay late at a playdate where the kids are having fun?

It's really frustrating. So naturally, I don't feel like sitting and writing about it. Even though I just have.

V starts her internship this week. Next weekend, we're off to visit her parents briefly and then go to my cousin's wedding, given that I think I finally actually have Friday and Monday off.

I should probably not be sitting and brooding this much, and I should be writing instead. What do you all want me to talk about, hm? Toss me some questions to get my brain somewhere else!

Week

Confession: dancing on Friday night was a lot of fun.

The whole weekend was wonderful. We ordered room service for breakfast yesterday, a first for both of us. Dinner last night and lunch today were both amazing meals. Everything we did was just awesome.

I managed to not even think about money the whole weekend. Yes, we probably spent more than we should've, but somehow I pushed the stress away and simply enjoyed the weekend.

So far I feel rejuvenated, instead of the vacation crash that I frequently get. We're home now. Back with our (three!) kitties. Back to work tomorrow, while V finishes editing photoshoots, writes for her last summer class, and gets ready to start her internship.

I think I can do this week ahead. I feel rested. Fancy king-size beds will do that to you!

Nervous

We're heading off for the weekend on V's birthday trip. I'm so looking forward to staying in a hotel, going out to eat, watching too much TV, and, oh yeah, she wants to go dancing tomorrow.

As I told Seth and Isabella's mom earlier today, "Can't I just watch?" V looks killer when she dances. I... prefer to stay on the sidelines.

She either needs to bring the pregame hard, or something. I'm nervous.

The rest of the weekend should be great! And I'm glad we'll be able to spend quality time with each other, and not think (too much) about master's theses or photo editing or damn cats.

But I should pack at some point. What on earth am I going to wear to a club?!

Sneaky

I found out yesterday that the twins' mom wants to schedule their birthday party for October 6. V and I are out of town that day at a friend's wedding. I'm crushed.

They're having a gymnastics party... So I maaay have mentioned to their gym teacher this morning that if someone else happened to book the 6th, that would be awesome. We'll see.

I just can't miss their party. I can't!

Both of them told me today that they want cakes with lots of color princesses on top. I'm curious to see how that one plays out.