bad morning; good afternoon
Jan. 3rd, 2009 05:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Up for the day at 5am, as usual of late, with turbo-two-year-old. I was tired, he was energetic, Casper was whiny, mr. flea and I were bickering about measuring windows and thinking about desks.
We pulled it together and went to the "bring one for the chipper" Xmas tree recycling event at Casper's school, for which I was volunteering. The woman soliciting volunteers seems nice, and she's a master gardener, so I thought it would be a good social step. Indeed, it was pleasant to collect trees (about 75 in 4 hours) and chat in between with the other volunteers, most of whom I had at least met. And lo and behold, this afternoon I was invited to a monthly "girls' night out" including a lot of the parents of Casper's schoolmates.
Dillo *actually took a nap* this afternoon, so I VACUUMED!!! So necessary. And mr. flea did Quicken, and then Casper helped me make the spitzbuben, and Dillo woke up and I took him outside to play on the neighbor's new plat set while Casper helped mr. flea prep the (New Year's Eve, whoops) pork roast. And now it smells nummy, and tomorrow we are going to Ikea and maybe we will even sort out the desk issue.
We pulled it together and went to the "bring one for the chipper" Xmas tree recycling event at Casper's school, for which I was volunteering. The woman soliciting volunteers seems nice, and she's a master gardener, so I thought it would be a good social step. Indeed, it was pleasant to collect trees (about 75 in 4 hours) and chat in between with the other volunteers, most of whom I had at least met. And lo and behold, this afternoon I was invited to a monthly "girls' night out" including a lot of the parents of Casper's schoolmates.
Dillo *actually took a nap* this afternoon, so I VACUUMED!!! So necessary. And mr. flea did Quicken, and then Casper helped me make the spitzbuben, and Dillo woke up and I took him outside to play on the neighbor's new plat set while Casper helped mr. flea prep the (New Year's Eve, whoops) pork roast. And now it smells nummy, and tomorrow we are going to Ikea and maybe we will even sort out the desk issue.