Baby Stuffs
This morning I woke to the sound of boxes being moved, rather loudly, through the hall. I hopped out of bed to see what was going on. They are cleaning out the baby's room. (Oh, my.)
That is awesome, I'm ecstatic. Except for how Jenny just found out that all the crap that we've been putting in there is going to have to be relocated to the garage since that's the baby's room. I don't think she was happy about it and I almost feel bad, except that I don't because I'm tired and the baby deserves a room too. At this point, they've let me know that I am not obligated to help since I've been sick...but I feel bad for just sitting around doing nothing. (And/or typing up a blog while they go back and forth.)
On another and completely unrelated note, I got annoyed earlier when I realized that all the bath stuff that I had gone to the store to get before I got real sick has been relocated into Mary's bathroom...twice. Even after I went and relocated it back to MY bathroom, since it was in fact, MY stuff. It was so much more calm at my grandparent's house. I all ready feel like I'm going crazy over here and nothing's happened yet.
Oh and Spaghettio's bad...
That is awesome, I'm ecstatic. Except for how Jenny just found out that all the crap that we've been putting in there is going to have to be relocated to the garage since that's the baby's room. I don't think she was happy about it and I almost feel bad, except that I don't because I'm tired and the baby deserves a room too. At this point, they've let me know that I am not obligated to help since I've been sick...but I feel bad for just sitting around doing nothing. (And/or typing up a blog while they go back and forth.)
On another and completely unrelated note, I got annoyed earlier when I realized that all the bath stuff that I had gone to the store to get before I got real sick has been relocated into Mary's bathroom...twice. Even after I went and relocated it back to MY bathroom, since it was in fact, MY stuff. It was so much more calm at my grandparent's house. I all ready feel like I'm going crazy over here and nothing's happened yet.
Oh and Spaghettio's bad...