My house was actually very clean and picked up on Christmas night when I had my family here for a progressive dinner (I was the dinner portion) although my SIL Karol, Darrell's older sister, told me I needed a house keeper. (Sorry Karol, I had to do it! It was too good a line not to use!) It was not said as an insult but in a "I don't know how you do it all, you need some help" kind of way... although she did say it after I noticed cobwebs on my dining room light fixture...
All that to say that my house was clean and I was determined to keep it that way. Do you know how hard it is to keep your house picked up and clean???? All I do from the moment I get up to when I plop into bed to watch my Lost Season 4 on my laptop with headphones is pick up my house. I feel like I'm in a bad episode of the Twilight zone, or in Cabin Fever, an episode from Lost Season 4 where John Locke meets Horace and the tree Horace chops down keeps reappearing standing up. I pick up the floor, leave the room, come back and what I picked up is there again. Doodoo doodoo....spooky. That was supposed to be Twilight Zone music. Duh.
So I've gotten quite cranky, all work and no blogging makes Mommy an Evil Overlord. Time for some fun. Since Christmas wiped out the cash reserves it had to be cheap. Or free. Free is good. How about the library? After I spent 2 hours making beds, dressing babies, picking up discard jammies, making breakfast, cleaning up, unloading and reloading the dishwasher, sweeping the kitchen floor, breaking up baby Ultimate Fighter rehearsals and finding library books we were finally ready to leave.
When we arrived at the library we were confronted with a sign.
I had hoped to get a couple of books but after several of minutes of leaving Emma with Julia, Julia got frustrated and I gave up.
No.
Next we were off to the grocery store. The library wasn't enough family fun. We needed more quality time. Nothing like a grocery store trip to fix that.
I was exhausted at this point. Why?
When I adopted the first time with Jenna the big thing was to carry around a 10 lb bag of flour or a 20 lb bag of rice to get used to carrying a bigger baby. I always thought it was kind of ridiculous. What baby is like a bag of flour or rice?
Emma. My stout little future linebacker is all solid middle and short limbs and lately she doesn't seem interested in hanging on to me. Think 25 lb bag of flour with a miniature broncing bronco inside. Yeah. In fact, she doesn't want me to hold her at all. She wants down to do her own shopping. So most of our shopping trip was holding my wiggly baby and pushing a the grocery cart. Like I said. Fun quality time.
We got home, unloaded the van and I made lunch. And what comes after lunch?

Time for bed babies! Momma needs a nap!
