It’s been a rough couple of days over here. It started with the whole Toys-R-Us debacle on Monday.
Tuesday was not a ton better. It started off with a bang, as the dog decided to find poop in the yard (not her own), eat it, and then throw up all over my first floor. Delightful. I’m so glad I took that 6 years to convince M we should get a dog. I then had to go to the doctor for my foot. We still don’t know what’s wrong with it, but now it hurts more than before. The doctor said he’d take an x-ray and see me back in 3 weeks. Lovely. I’ll limp until then. Had a nice lunch with a wonderful friend of mine who is 30+ weeks pregnant with her first baby, despite Daniel throwing his sandwich all over the floor.
Daniel then completely skipped his afternoon nap, and was not a happy camper later in the afternoon while the plumber was here (again!), trying to make my bathtub drain properly. But I had my monthly twin club meeting last night, which was lots of fun (and blog-tastic, with Mommy, Esq. – 36 weeks pregnant, c-section on Monday!!! – and Nancy in attendance). I stayed entirely too late, but it was worth it. Until I got pulled over on the way home. For a damn expired license plate. So guess what I got to do all morning today? Yay, RMV and unpaid Boston parking tickets.
Hopefully, though, this is all just to make me appreciate the upcoming week even more. Because on Saturday morning, we leave (at the crack of dawn) for a week in Virginia Beach with some dear friends and their two kids. We rented a house on the beach, how cool will this be?! One 10-month-old, two 12-month-olds, and one nearly-3-year-old. And anywhere between four and six adults, depending on the day. Sure, the trip presents some new logistical challenges, since it’s the first time we’re not primarily staying with family who can shop ahead and all of that. But I think it will be great, and if not totally relaxing, at least lots of fun. And if we can get the stars to align just so, I might even be able to meet up with Cheryl! Blogosphere and real world collide!
Now, I just have to do laundry… and make a grocery list… and pack… and make a reservation for the dog at the kennel…. oy.
In completely unrelated, but incredibly cute, news… Rebecca is getting a big kick out of playing peekaboo by herself: