A Monday of all Mondays.

Do you ever wake up after a terrible night's sleep hoping that, at least, the rest of the day will go well enough? That was how my morning began, exhausted and not ready.

I left home in such a mental state as the skies rained more dreariness onto me. This is also the week of the expected arrival of my second charge, whom Mr H. has nicked named Bear. I had also been forewarned last night that there is a water leakage problem in the basement that has put the playroom off limits for sometime. This is all on my mind as I walk to the bus stop. I was only a few blocks from home when an SUV, needing urgently to pass the only car around, sped past me in the parking lane and doused me from head to toe in the most disgusting city water available (the puddle was as wide as a car). It kills me because a block later there was only a little puddle. I then sat for twenty minutes on a overly air conditioned bus, freezing my wet behind off. Thankfully I arrived to work and leaped into a hot shower and sweats that I leave at work.

Okay, so I am finally showered and the Grandparents are sent off and then I finally get the low down of the damage downstairs - which is a story all on its own, but basically we can't play in the basement until they figure out if the leak is for sure taken care off and so forth. But I think amidst chaos that we have everything ready for baby Bear and getting doused makes for an amusing story. Though I did love everyone thought it was a good story until I showed them my backside (seriously, head to toe) and then they were horrified at all the grossness.

Oh, cute story: I asked Henry where baby Bear was and he looked up from playing and told me, "At Work" (aka in Momma's belly and Momma is at work). Love this kid.

Seven weeks

We're have about seven weeks before we move: a yard sale / open house, a wedding weekend in Maine (I'm in the wedding, too), a family wedding party for us (in the alley) and a goodbye party - plus packing, finding a jobs in Austin, getting everything set for an apartment there and oh, yeah, moving. I'm exhausted just thinking about it.