Today marks the second visit of the cleaning lady, and I'm pretty sure she's going to mutiny when she sees how dirty this place has gotten in two weeks. Little does she know that my cat attracts leaves like velcro and paint in the sink is a state of being over here. But she might also notice that since the last time she was here, new curtains were boughten and the bedroom has been painted and my shelves for the front room are back, sporting a fresh coat of glossy paint.
Good things. Things that will appear in pictures soon. I promise.
Some bad things might have happened, too. Things like our fancy marble dining table arrived cracked down the middle. And I didn't order enough wallpaper for the baby's room. And I'm 99% sure I didn't order enough wallpaper for the powder room, either... did someone say wallpaper calculator? Who? Wha?
I don't know -- maybe it's the fact that I'm dead tired and HUGE, but I just don't care anymore.
That's why they call me mellow yellow...
today.
Tomorrow I will assuredly have a nervous breakdown since I've been with Ike all day all summer with no school, plus his birthday party is this Saturday and I haven't prepped AT ALL.
Oh and the baby will be here in a month.
Mellow yellow, dudes.
Mellow.