Pajama Party

So last night my sister took Ellie for her first overnight sleepover. It's actually the first babysitting time too, unless you include the 2 times I went out to the store when Jan then Crazy Anna were here. (Not that Jan is any less crazy then Anna, mind you, but Anna had the moniker first and the SSD checks to prove it...)

So away Michelle went, with Ellie buckled into Julia's OLD infant seat, and Julia buckled beside her in her toddler seat. (Michelle does a very good job of focusing the attention equally between the two, which I feel a gentle chiding reprimand that I do not. I mean to, I think I am just distracted. But she's right.) Regardless, away they went.

One would think that Doug and I would go on a date, go run an errand, go somewhere, no? NO. Are you kidding? We had take out Thai food, a beer apiece, then retired to the upstairs office for bookkeeping (us) web browsing (him) and microorganization (me).

Doug thought Michelle took her to give us time alone, I thought Michelle took her so I could get things done. Because, I think, if I get things done, then we can spend time alone.

Doug thought we should get in bed early and cuddle. I thought, "Sure. Let's cuddle. So you can eat Thai, check email, then fall asleep" whereas I can "Eat Thai, get as much done before you tell me it's time for "us" to go to bed, fall asleep and wake up and work the entire day"

Doug: What are you going to do today when your sister has Ellie? Take a nap? Get a pedicure?

Deb: In her head: No, I'm actually going to sit down at the computer and pay bills. Then I'm going to check to see if your aunt replied to our invite for August, if your friend's wife read the July plans email. Then I'm going to see if the guy in Waltham with the craigslist Fisher Price aquarium is close to Michelle to pick up the baby's crib soother. After that I'm going to update my blog. As soon as I bang out an entry, I'll strip both beds, do all the laundry, and put away the baby clothes from yesterdays laundry. Then I'm going to drag the new cannister vac upstairs to vacuum the office. After that I',m going to collect your shirts and place them in the dry cleaner bag, after I take out the collar stays. Then I'll walk through the upstairs and collect all the water cups to bring downstairs, and receipts to schred. I'll shred, then take the water glasses et al back downstairs. Switch laundry. Look longingly at the coffe pot. Wish for food.

Then I'll load my car with the OLD old printer, vacuum, and knickknacks for salvation army. I'll come upstairs, check hair and add makeup. Go back down, grab the banking, the return receipts, the dry cleaning - and leave. I'll drive for coffee, getting OUT of the car because I can. I'm going to the shitty coffee place b/c it's next to CVS and we need formula. Then I'll go to Salvation Army. Drop OFF the stuff, turn around and go to the dry cleaner. After that, I have a 12 noon appt. Which I'll make. Then I'll go to the grocery store for dry groceries and meat, then the farm stand for fruit. After I drop THOSE off, I'll go to Everett, to Babies R Us, to return gifts.
I also want to go to TJ Maxx to find a cotton blanket (b/c you don't like the fleece). What else? Oh, at some point in time I need to eat. And to pick that baby up. So no, I think a pedicure is unlikely.

Deb: Outloud: I don't think I'll have time for a pedicure but I'd love one.