Eisley slept through the night for only the second time in her life last night. Sadly, I committed the ultimate cardinal sin of motherhood; I woke her up in order to get Ruby to Vacation Bible School on time. I then proceeded to celebrate like any other person in my sleepy shoes would have done. I had nutella mug cake for breakfast.
After a busy weekend full of fair related things in our little town, we took off to meet some people in regards to designing our house.
Paint, flooring, cabinets, appliances. Grout Color.
We took Eisley with us because it seemed easier for it to be hard on us than for it to be a difficult day for someone else. There wasn't too much juggling involved, as she brought her quietest behavior and even took a short nap while we continued to make our decisions.
We even made it back in time for me to make it to a Pampered Chef party - somewhere I probably shouldn't be allowed to be with delectable dishes, magazine pages painted with the most fun kitchen gadgets and pure delight. And um, because we'll be moving all of this stuff pretty soon.
And now, it seems we are back in the throes of football season which elicits an entire species of emotions capitalized with pure fear with the mountain that stands between us and our new home.
Here's a fun random fact for you: I have been pregnant and/or nursing for 4 years, 8 months, and 23 days. That's 1727 days.