Last night, I checked with Marty as he has been arranging help for me lately. This was our conversation:
Me: Is your mom coming tomorrow?
Marty: No, why?
Me: Oh, I thought you said she was coming. Are you taking a half-day from work?
Marty: (Looking at me like I have two heads) No, remember? We talked about it, but my day filled up and I can't.
Me: Oh, that's right. Is anyone coming over?
Marty: Sweetie, do you not remember when I told you you would need to arrange help when you got home?
Me: (Suddenly having a vague memory of some conversation) Whoopsie!
So, at eleven last night, I decided that today would be a good a day as any to be on my own. I have to try some time, right? It is now 10:30, and I have showered (yay!) and everyone is dressed and has had breakfast. I cleaned up the mess the older kids made in my bedroom while Drew and I were in the bathroom for my shower (a laundry basket makes for a nice, portable bassinet!) I have called for Drew's two week check-up, and now I am blogging with Drew sleeping on my chest. I am still thinking that this is all way too easy, and I am waiting for the other shoe to drop. I am going to attempt taking the Christmas tree down at naptime, if I have not worn myself out by then. There is a home care nurse coming by this afternoon to weigh Drew and make sure he is gaining weight, and I really don't want the tree to still be up then. I know, it's really not a big deal, and I have as good a reason as anyone not to have done it yet, but I am feeling antsy and I want to get stuff accomplished. Besides, I really need the space and the fence to put up the swing.
Emma is wandering around in her ballerina outfit today. She slept in it last night and wants to continue to wear it today. I think she must be freezing, but she claims she is fine. Hey, less laundry for me!