It is six pm.  I should be racing around getting things settled for when the babysitter arrives.

I’m not.

Too freaking tired and well, without anal-retentive husband around to tsk tsk the state of affairs… I’m not out to impress anyone today.

The house has been vacuumed, the toys sorted and stowed in their appropriate spots.  PJ’s are set out, toothbrushes already toothpasted.  Snacks are ready.

On the other hand.  I have no idea what to take with me to knitting… hence the problem with a ’stash’.  IT CAUSES HAVOC!

Have wee socks for Mr. E in California made, must find something for the siblings….  YO!  Mr. Sam in Georgia…. need foot length.  ahem…. yes I mean your speedy little son Ms. Cooler Doula, don’t make me leave a request on your husbands blog!  All I have left now is to make the socks for mr. Indigo in the UK…   boys boys boys! and another two due in my world coming up.  Friend and client from last summer (micro-preemie, no ‘heroic measures taken’).

Thinking of taking little people to a historic park tomorrow morning.  I just said thinking.  Not sure if I am up for it, let alone the cost.  But… we shall see.

Yeah… should be getting ready shouldn’t I….

Hey, cut me some slack.  I made snacks to take tonight.  So, HA!  I am somewhat prepared.