* Christopher took a sleeping pill Thursday night and slept until 2 o'clock Friday afternoon
* We got caught up on laundry for all of 3.5 hours
* We bought an over-the-door shoe rack (CAN YOU BELIEVE THE EXCITEMENT?)
* The heating man came to fix the broken heat only to tell me, and I quote, "Have the homeowners move the thermostat to a better location." In a world where it takes the property manager five weeks to even respond to emails, I doubt they'd be on board with any non-emergency construction.
* We discussed taking our Christmas trees down but haven't actually done it yet. The fake tree obviously isn't in danger of dying and the real tree is so carefully preserved in our frigid 50% of the time house that it's held up quite nicely. I did take the ornaments off the real tree a few weeks ago so all we have is a bare pine tree wrapped in a tree skirt taking up a corner of the living room. It's very klassy. Decorators of the year over here!
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Speaking of breathing, our second childbirth class was this week. Side note: I HATE the word birthing.
We watched a MUCH MUCH MUCH too up close and personal video from the 70's of a lady having her baby and of the six people in the room, only two enjoyed the experience. One was the teacher and the other was the Chatty Cathy Doula in training. Quiet Sidekick Doula in training didn't say much but I noticed she moved so a pillow was in a strategic location between her and the tv. The other dad in the room, who already has a daughter, almost passed out on the couch. His wife was giggling too much from how embarrassing the whole thing was to look. I looked as little as possible because UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL. Christopher was blessed beyond measure to be working late and miss the class. Unfortunately his absence meant Chatty Cathy Doula offered to be my husband when we had to practice the exercises, but ANYTHING to get away from the video.
While we're on the topic of babies (since we're on a rabbit trail of topics here anyway), I'd like to discuss for a moment how creating a baby registry is nothing like creating a wedding registry. Wedding registries are all fun and games and "OOOOHHH!!!! Look at this carrot peeler! Let's put that fancy cutting board on the list! Don't forget the wine glasses!! And we need the swivel-top trash can to complete our kitchen decor! Isn't this fun?" Five hours later the people who accompanied you are sitting in the massage chairs wondering when you'll be done.
Don't ask how long it took me to decided on a pack n play pattern.
PS. I can't even imagine how I would feel to be this woman. I take that back. I imagine A LOT of tears.