I have about an hour
till MOm arrives. Granted I have to leave by 730 and all that crap. Baby’s been gassy all afternoon, we’ve finally got a bit of peace and quiet. Why? because he’s in an eatcoma from all the food he had. I wanted to wash both him and the dog before my mom showed up, and now I can’t be bothered. It’s not like she’s never smelled a stinky baby or smelly dog before. The good news is; I found my kitchen table, the living room is vacuumed and mostly picked up. The tree hath been drug up from down stairs, I bought new lights, and now all that needs is a tree assembly process and we’ll be good to go. I feel so blah, it’s the week before Christmas and the tree isn’t up. Thank goodness I’m leaving it up till my dad is here/gone in January!
We had one more little present show up today with a note on the packing slip that another one in the set was backordered. I swear Sears is insane with their “shipping as we have stock”. No wonder my Dad is paranoid about finding out which pieces show up. IN the past week we’ve had 3 shipments from Sears off ONE order.






