Monday
Atlas is at Robin’s this morning and the boys were at their mom’s this weekend and won’t be back with us til later this evening – which is just as well, because I’ve decided to take today to take down Atlas’ crib and set him up in his big boy bedroom (try saying that five times, fast).
We experimented yesterday with having him sleep in the toddler bed Beatrice gave us – a pirate ship that, honestly, I’d be happy to sleep in myself – and it went off without one single hitch (I had visions of him trotting out in the middle of the night to wake us all up), both for his nap and his longer night-time sleep, so I figure we can just bite the bullet and get rid of the crib altogether.
He wasn’t having any issues sleeping in his crib, and had never tried to get out of it – the boy loves his sleep, let me tell you – but I figured it was probably better to switch him out well before the new baby arrives, so that he doesn’t think he’s been shoved out of his bed in favour of this new little baby who suddenly lives with us.
So, once I’ve dropped him off and had some breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast, I head upstairs to dismantle the crib, armed with a selection of allen wrenches and a lot of sunny optimism.
The dismantling process is actually very straightforward, although I discover, as I take it all apart, that one of the legs of the crib had gone totally wonky and it was about two big shakes away from toppling over altogether. (Note to self: fix that before the new baby arrives.)
I do have to rearrange a lot of furniture to get things to fit, which involves taking all of the drawers out of his dresser and moving it around before putting them all back in, so of course by the time I’m done I’m sweating profusely and regretting taking this on myself.
BUT. The feeling of satisfaction when it’s all done and his room is looking super cute makes up for the physical exertion.
Once I’m done, I have some leftovers for lunch and then head over to Bea’s; she’s got a really bad case of poison ivy and it’s been going on for almost a week now, so she decided it’s time to go to the doctor and I offered to chauffeur her, out of pure love and my intense desire to win sisterly brownie points.
I’ll never cease to be shocked at how quick and painless it is, going to the doctor here – I mean, painless if you don’t count the $600-a-month insurance premiums and the fact that you’ll pay thousands for pretty much any procedure you ever need done, even with insurance. We’re in and out within the hour, and I drop Bea home before heading back to mine.
I get an hour or so of work in before Brandin gets home with all three boys and we make pizza for dinner, then I go to the office and do another hour of work before we get started on baths and bedtimes.
I get a Facebook ad for what I think would be the perfect gift for a friend of ours. I’ve no idea when his birthday is, but just couldn’t not get it for him, so I order it. ($28.94)
Daily total: $28.94
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