Last month, for MLK Day, I pretty much spent the entire day cleaning and organizing. I needed to move things out of the nursery's closet and into the office's closet, as well as do some serious organizing and sorting in the office. I had hoped to get to the storage closets in the basement, too, but I just didn't make it. I'm pretty sure I also had breakfast or lunch with either my mom or my sister, but I just can't remember at this point. I felt pretty productive and, although I wanted to do more, was proud of what I'd accomplished.
The newly "organized" office closet - three quarters of those clothes and all the shoes had been in the other closet before (yes, we were using three closets for our clothes). I got rid of tons of shoes and clothes we don't wear anymore. This closet also doubles as our "linen" closet, as we don't have one, so in those bags up top are comforters, etc., and in the bins below, sheets and towels. It's actually much more organized than it looks.
The leftover stuff to do in the office - a trash bag to take out, some bins for Husband to take down to the other storage closets, and some now-empty bins thanks to some serious purging of crap we didn't need anymore.
The stuff for Goodwill. A TV, printer, bags of clothes and knicknacks and other such stuff that we'd pack-ratted over the last several years.
The trash - things that were broken (including a leaky air mattress), yucky, or un-usable.
Yesterday, also, was not a typical "day off," at least in my opinion.
I did get to sleep in. You know, until 7 am. That's the lastest I've slept in a while, actually, so I was proud. I drank coffee in bed (that was lovely) before heading into the shower.
At 8:15, I was out the door and headed to school. Yes, to school, yes, on a day when school was closed. I met several of my StuCo kids who wanted to get a head start on making decorations for our big Sadie's Dance that's coming up soon. We were there until about 12:30. Normally I help with the work, but something about sitting on the floor and painting didn't seem appealing to me this time, so I encouraged, advised, and did some grading.
Hard at work! More to come soon on Sadie's Week, which is next week!
I then headed over to my mom and dad's house, to hang out with the family in town. We ended up not quite having the afternoon we expected. Trips to the pharmacy took Sister and Meg away, the kiddos took naps, and Dad was out getting Grandpa to bring him over to hang out. So I used that time to grade some more tests. At least I got them all done! Everyone got home around the same time, and that's when things really started to get interesting. Poor Grandpa (who is 96 years old) ended up being sick - let's just say it resulted in him needing a shower and Mom cleaning the Powder Room bathroom ... three times. Walls, door, everywhere. It was awful. That pretty much sent us into a tizzy for a while, trying to figure out if he was sick, to take care of him, to help Mom (who, by the way, is the absolute best). Finally it was taken care of, Dad took him back home to assisted living (where he's just moved recently), and my uncle and sister went to pick us up take-out Olive Garden. We had a lovely dinner at that point, truly, but the whole afternoon and experience was a bit crazy and surreal.
I did remember to take a couple of quick shots of the cousins - they are so cute - before I left, and thanked my cousin Meg for bringing them here now, as the timing let me see how fun and adorable little boys can be, having grown up with all girls pretty much. It was so fun to hang out with them.
I'm not sure why this came out blurry, but it did. Alex, age 4 and a half, Sister, and Husband were all cuddled onto the couch watching WordWorld. We watched a few episodes this week - it's cute - and Alex loves it! When we left last night, Alex made sure to give Husband and I hugs AND kisses and was very adament that we see each other again soon.
This little man, Gabe, is 18 months, and oh-my-goodness the cutest thing ever. So friendly, so sweet, so baby-talk talkative, and with THE best smile ever.
Husband and I had to leave after dinner to head to our last birth class at the hospital before we go for real, so we said our goodbyes (they leave today) and got our hugs and kisses.
At birth class, we reviewed about types of medications and made a pro-con list for epidurals (what a hot topic!). We practiced some different labor positions and breathing (a little awkward with people that are strangers, even though we were in class together for a month - I laughed a lot). We practiced different types of breathing for pushing, but, as the nurse said, did NOT push at all as we wanted no babies born there last night. At the end, she asked if there were any more questions, so I of course, was myself.
Me: Yeah, I have one. Can we skip the labor and delivery part and just get straight to the baby?"
Nurse: Um... No.
Well, it was worth a shot. :)
After doing our evaluation of the class, we headed home, tidied up the house, and got ready for bed.
Pretty sure I was alseep by 10. Another great Monday off, even if it wasn't really off.
Probably the best part about a Monday off, I think, is the fact that it makes Tuesday feel like Monday, but it's really Tuesday, so you're a whole day ahead of where you think you are. Which makes Friday come all the more quickly. Lovely.