Please take down Oliver's old clothes, so that I can start sorting and washing them for Elliott.
Using my Jedi mind trick, it worked! And alas, five minutes later, I watched his car drive away and I was surrounded by three large Ziploc storage bags. Of clothes. To sort. AND wash.
I started sorting.....and they are just SO CUTE, and look at these little itty bitty teeny weeny socks! And look at this adorable little smookums t shirt. And oh! Look! I remember this blanket, this little fuzzy wuzzy...
Then- the inevitable happened. I found another bag. Way up top...
Of course I had to get it. I can't start and then only half ass it. Pfft, I can totally get that bag down, 7 and some odd months pregnant, safely.
Then, the OTHER inevitable happened. Once I got the bag down (which I had NO business moving) there was a big hole in the shelving unit. I can't leave a huge gaping hole in the shelving unit! I HAVE to reorganize the garage now! And what if there are more baby clothes in there?! I MUST SAVE THEM NOW.
So, the short end of it is, I spent the majority of five hours in the garage. Lifting, tossing, sorting, sweeping, cleaning, re-sorting, a.k.a TOTALLY FREAKING THE HELL OUT.
Today?
OUCH.
But the baby's half of Oliver's room (it is still Oliver's room, he is NOT sharing with the teeny baby because it is HIS!! because he is BIG!!!!!) is coming together. The crib is up, the changing table is being (slooooowwwwwwllllllllly) assembled, and now I have laundry to wash for the masses!
Side note- Sonic burger opened up here in our town. I have always seen those commercials, like every 2.5 seconds, and never understood the marketing behind this. Why, oh why, would you spend prime time advertising bucks to advertise for a company that does not exist in South Orange County?!
Now I know why.
Because now that it opened here, I HAD TO HAVE IT.
This is smart on their part, because I do not eat fast food. EVER. Lets face it guys, that stuff is nasty, and you KNOW it is killing you and the planet, SIMULTANEOUSLY.
But this did not stop me from devouring Sonic for dinner with the kiddos and a clumsy car hop on skates that cannot count back correct change.
You know what did stop me from going back?
Heartburn.
Ouch.
XOXO,
J.Danger
