Spackled
Hey all. It's a good day. I'm getting a ton done. And there's a
tower of amazing chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen, keeping me
company.
Charlotte's birthday is tomorrow. But, last night,
when I tucked her in, I told her that her birthday was today — big
oops. In fact, we told her all weekend that her birthday would be on
Monday. I didn't realize the mistake till late last night. Shoot. We
did
consider just rolling with it, but then we would have needed to include
her preschool teacher, her brother, and her extended family in the plan
— and that's just too much.
I confessed this morning. She took it well.
Tell me I'm not the only one who has done this?!
It's a busy time, I guess. Charlotte's at
a childcare place three afternoons a week for the next two weeks while
I prep and move into my new space. (I'm sure this has something to do with my
improved productivity.) I miss her little self hanging all over me and
monkeying with my projects. Ah well. Two weeks, six afternoons. I can take it.
Check out my new wall. It even has lights. Oh yeah.