Today was one of those days that I didn’t even have time to breathe, much less blog. It went about like this:
Woke up at 0-dark-hundred to meet a friend at the gym. (Last spring, I fell off the exercise wagon and got left eating dust. I’ve missed my workouts and have been planning to start up again this fall so when a friend suggested meeting at the gym this morning at 7AM, I took her up on it.)
Walked the treadmill for 30 minutes and then did a round of weights. (I’ll probably need crutches to get out of bed in the morning, but it sure did feel good at the time.)
Stopped into Target for the THIRD (yes, 3rd) time this week. (I needed a bed rail because we had been planning to move the baby from a crib to a “big girl bed” today. Yes, we are officially retiring the crib. Yet another vestige of babyhood bites the dust. It will be stored in our attic for our grandchildren. I’m still trying to wrap my brain around THAT one.)
Came home, showered, and took girls to a birthday party. Killed time downtown with the baby and my neighbor and her little one while older ones partied. Meanwhile, Paul took down crib and removed top bunk from D’s bed. Room looks twice as big now.
Back home, piled the fam in pickup truck; rode out to furniture outlet. After much hemming and hawing, purchased a precious white twin-sized sleigh bed and matching chest of drawers and nightstand for baby R.
After much tying on of ropes and biting my fingernails as my new purchases were loaded in the back of the pickup, carefully drove home trying not to leave new furniture on the road behind us.
Unloaded furniture and set up R’s new room. (Did I mention I was sore and tired from working out this morning? Heaving 2-ton dresser up the stairs did not help.)
Neighbor Kim arrived for dinner; I cooked while Paul put bed together.
Ate. Supervised children. Loud, noisy, fun.
After dinner, Kim helped rearrange big girl’s bedroom to maximize space. Paul declared her a genius. THANKS, KIM!!
Ate dessert, said good-bye, sat down to blog.
My favorite part of the day: When tucking R into her new bed, she looked up at me and said, “I wub my new bed.”