I feel like Paul Revere has been running through my head for the past 6 days telling me "The In-Laws are coming... The In-Laws are coming..." and I haven't much heeded to the council he has given me and pretty soon the massacre will begin (okay, maybe that is a little to dramatic)....
Maybe I feel more like the 10 virgins from the New Testament (you know 5 had oil and 5 didn't...) and halfway through the journey to meet the bridegroom I run out of oil.... (maybe, I should have cleaned the shower last night.... or taken something out for dinner this morning before going to work)!
Or maybe, my feelings don't spawn from total unpreparedness but the fact that I totally started going through every dresser, closet, shoebox and pit of darkness where stuff could get shoved about a week ago to try to make room for this child of mine. It was one of those times where you start cleaning and things look worse (a lot worse) before they look better and I have been trying to get things done but, have mainly ended up with stuff in bags. I know what's what and how the bags are organized.... some bags go to good will, some things we will try to sell on e-bay/craigslist and others will kindly be stored at my parents house until we have more room (does that ever happen after you have kids?)
Anyhow -- the In-Laws are coming and "there is sunshine in my soul today"... (What?)
2 comments:
Cuet post Amanda! Put Bob and Steph to work. They I am sure, are more than willing to help out!
where did you get this image of the woman and the sun?
I really love it...
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