Monday, June 13, 2011

monday.

what a weekend, what a day. this weekend katniss escorted us all over puget sound for her first big adventure. poor little girl, we drove her to kingston for chad's graduation and party where she was bombarded by love and a little too much attention. we all spent the night there and woke up still exhausted, had a little pancake family breakfast and took off for olympia. in oly we rented a truck and packed up all of my childhood things and furniture mom had been storing for me, then got stuck in major traffic on the way home, dropped of pieces of furniture off at chelsea's that mom was giving her, than finally unloaded the truck load of stuff at our place. we were finished at about 7pm. treated ourselves to hamburgers and katniss treated herself to a little peace and quiet, finally.

that is the skeleton of the weekend, anyways. it was wonderful to see so many people we love and really everything swam along nicely but we are all so tired now. katniss did so well! that was a lot of her, afterall, she is a baby! :) smiles.

this morning started off fine, we felt semi-rested, each only having to get up once last night. j took off for the bus, i made coffee and fed katniss. kat and i went outside to play, i got out some gardening things and seeds to plant. she kept running inside and all the way upstairs (a new feat for her!) looking for j, i got my exercise running around with her and bringing her back downstairs repeatedly. at some point i decided to close the door from the laundry room to the kitchen-SLAM.
---i should stop here and explain that there are three doors from the inside of the house to the backyard: kitchen to laundry, laundry to garage, garage to outside. well i remembered to unlock the outside two, but failed to unlock kitchen to laundry. one SLAM and katniss and i were very much locked out. it was lucky i was dressed, somewhat, had shoes on and she had eaten.
there was no way in.
i have been meaning to plant a key outside since we moved there, but really i have meant to do quite a list of things that have yet to be done. so after a frantic call to j and freaking out for awhile... i walked across the street to mac and bobby's place.
mac and bobby have lived in their house for 50 years (!!) and when we met them they offered neighborly help and support, tools whenever needed, mac's knowledge of carpentry and handy man skills. no naturally i took him up on in one week into meeting them and being in the neighborhood.
they were in their PJs, enjoying a lazy morning. i was wearing sweats, a nighty, a dirty skirt and flip flops, carrying katniss because i hadn't brought her leash out. my hair was a mess, i had no contacts in and hadn't bothered to brush my teeth. beauty.

katniss was very excited about the whole thing, they have a very sweet dog but kat, being a little cautious, opted to lay in my lap instead of play around. bobby put on coffee and mac went to get dressed and grab some tools. soon we were on our way over to my yard. mac worked on the door for awhile, mumbling under his breathe. he kept exclaiming it was a tough one and going back to the house for more tools. katniss played in the backyard and i set to work planting my seeds (why not, didn't have anything else to do.)

when mac was finished, i had to leave in 8 minutes for work. i got katniss' bedroom ready for the day, carseats in the car, threw on a new shirt, glasses, did a quick brush of the teeth, hid keys in a panic and ran out the door. i made it just on time, thanks to mac and bobby. best neighbors.
must make cookies tonight.

came to the house where the kids both have high fevers today and are exhausted. its morgan's birthday today so the house was scattered with presents, paper, pieces of opened goodies. i feel a bit under the weather myself, which i why i am taking advantage of my 20 minutes of quiet before their mom gets home and morgan gets up, insisting that she napped. yeah right. hard to convince a child she needs to nap when she is so much older now (5 today).

is monday over yet?

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