Highlights of the Day (Wednesday 10.12.2005)

1) Was pleasantly surprised when Hannah slept until 8:30. I had to get up at 6:00 to get Grace ready for daycare and send her off, but at least I had some time to drink a few cups of coffee before Hannah woke up, begging me for juice and throwing tantrums because I put it in the wrong cup.

2) Was thrilled when she finally did wake up and wasn't nearly as sick as yesterday.

3) Kicked myself when I opened a tub of Grace's hand-me-downs and Hannah spotted (and insisted on wearing) an UGLY Winnie-the-Pooh turtleneck onesie with pastel striped leggings.

4) Took her to the vet and to Burger King looking like that because I just don't care anymore.

5) Ate chicken fries for lunch. YUM!

6) Did a happy dance when there was a message from the electrician saying he wants to come here tomorrow morning and run the wiring in the kitchen. Baby steps...

7) Decided Steve really does need therapy when he told me I wasn't going to be "allowed" to use the new kitchen AT ALL once the cabinets and countertops are in until he gets a chance to also tile the backsplash too because he doesn't want water getting on the wall. Sure Steve... Whatever you say dude. (Seriously, the man really has issues. What exactly did he think I was planning on doing? Hosing down the countertops? ASS!)

8) Also told me he didn't want me to use yellow paint in the kitchen because (and I quote), "The room upstairs is yellow." Yes Steve. And the kitchen is downstairs. And the room to which you're referring is Grace's bedroom that you go into maybe once a month. What the hell is wrong with this guy? I swear I'm now painting it yellow just to spite him.

9) Realized after the above conversations that Steve is slowly turning into my father-in-law, and frankly, that scares me. [shudder]

10) Went to my mother-in-law's and actually found a dress of hers to wear and it doesn't look even remotely "old lady like".

11) Realized halfway home that the kitchen plans I had taken with me to fax to the granite company for a countertop estimate were still lying on her kitchen table and I need them here for the electrician tomorrow.

12) Ran back to my mother-in-law's (with the girls) around dinner time to pick up the plans and visit for a bit.

13) Came home, gave the girls a bath (during which I swear to god, I thought they were going to accidentally drown each other), and realized Hannah had left "Soshie" (her name for her little silk blanket) at my mother-in-law's.

14) Contemplated not bringing it up and hoping she wouldn't notice at bedtime (yeah right), when she looked at me and said, "I forgot Soshie at Nana's," while pouting.

15) Went back to my mother-in-law's at 8:00 to retrieve the stupid "Soshie".

16) In reflecting upon the fact that in the past week, 7 lightbulbs in two of our rooms and my passenger side headlight of my car have all burned out, decided that I must have some sort of weird cosmic or magnetic energy in me or something causing weird lightbulb issues.

17) Conversation with Grace during the girls' bathtub wrestling this evening:

Me: "Stop it."
Grace: "No."
Me: "Fine. One of you is going to hit your head, and when you do, don't come crying to me."
[Two seconds later, Grace hits her head.]
Me: "See? I told you so."
Grace: "Yeah. But I didn't cry, so I win and you can't yell."

18) Realized that there had to have been about a billion times in my adolescent and teenage years where I swore I would never say, "Don't come crying to me..." when I had kids of my own. Dammit.

19) Had Steve "remind me" on his way up to bed that I may want to move the toys in the basement off to the side in the morning to make room for the electrician.

20) Reminded him that if he started paying attention when I, ya know, spoke, he'd know that HOURS earlier I had told him that after the girls leave for daycare in the morning, I was going to move the toys in the basement off to the side to make room for the electrician.