I was a little beside myself today, trying to channel my energy into small jobs, and really aching to just *do* something. Preferrably something not on my to-do list or on the computer.
But eventually I got over myself and figured out some things to do. I called about my camera, for the zillionth time, and lo, it was FIXED! Someone has to drive to Moncton (a 3 hour round trip) to pick it up. Luckily, my Mom will be going there next Monday.
I went fancy for lunch, making lasagna roll-ups. One pan of meat ones, one pan of cheese. I ate 3 cheese ones. 🙂 Mmmm…. I used 10 noodles, and I subbed about 1/4 c cream cheese for the ricotta. For the sauce, I cleared out the fridge, using half a jor of made sauce, the rest of a can of crushed tomatoes, and two extra-ripe tomatoes whizzed in the food processor.
I cleaned out the cabinet by the back door, sorting out the boots on the bottom, the drawer half full of mismatched mittens and all the hats and stuff stored inside. *Some* people had been complaining that they couldn’t find hats, and I found enough hats, matching mittens AND scarves to outfit… well, to outfit everyone a couple of times over.
Except for Addison. His gloves look like we own a dog. A dog who is partial to gloves.
After that, and some Internet breaks, I started cleaning out the hall closet upstairs. That closet is where we store extra blankets, out of season clothes, and clothes to get rid off.
I dug out five garbage bags of clothes to go.
I hung up the coats again, folded the blankets and put the plastic bins back in, since one had been lingering in the hall. In the middle of all that, I had company for about a half-hour too. I cooed and giggled and held a baby and it didn’t affect me one bit. 🙂
Meaghan & Emma made cookies, burning one pan. The other ones were good. Emma says you make them by getting some dough, and squishing them on the pan.
When I took the garbage bags outside to the garage (and the fresh warm air), I also dug out something I forgot I had, which mom remined me of earlier.
Emma’s been squishing me in bed. Sometimes she pees. Ugh. It usually wakes up nobody but ME, so I had asked Ron and Mom about ideas for getting something for Emma to sleep on, to keep in our room, until she was ready to leave. (And we had somewhere to put her)
Well slap my head and call me stupid, because inside the garage was that brand-new barely used crib and mattress. I brought the mattress in, wiping off the dust on the snowbanks, and told Emma it was just for her!
Was she ever excited! Yay! Her own bed! Right next to Mommy and Daddy’s. It was funny to hear her tell everyone how it was just for Emmas, not big kids, not big grownups, but little grown-ups. She can sleep there with her own pillow and snazzy pilowcases (they get smushed on Mommy’s bed) and her own special blankets. And it’s really bouncy! What a lucky girl!
We’ll see how it works out at bedtime.