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this weekend the kiddos and i:

did 8 loads of laundry. mopped the kitchen floor, including wiping down the baseboards. made vegetable stock. finished cutting the fabric for the twinslers’ quilts. did most of the grocery shopping. sorted and delivered seven (COUNT ‘EM!) bags of baby clothes to goodwill. sorted and delivered two HUGE boxes of maternity clothes and one medium-sized box of infant boy clothes to auntie ‘ra and cousin emmet. baked bran muffins. delivered bran muffins and one box of infant girl clothes to the twinslers’ house. caught up on top chef & damages. made paneer. worked on potty-training with mairin (no, tim, we’re not done yet.) rearranged the living room furniture (slightly). wrote a little bit. took the kids to the park. walked the dogs.

i am awfully proud of myself.

move along, folks. nothing to see here.

for the eternity that is life with two kids under three last two days i have been mentally drafting a post about how unbelievably terrible shannon is. sure he’s a good dad and all. but he’s a terrible, selfish, unhelpful, in-the-way, smelly-man kind of partner. all i’ve been able to think about is how to escape, preferably without anybody noticing.

and then, sleep.

after 6 weeks of sleeping no more than two hours at a time, eamon is returning to his good-baby ways. two nights ago he slept from 8-3; last night, from 8-5. this morning i awoke and the sun was shining and the birds were chirping and the house was perfect and somehow shannon had morphed into a kind, loving, gentle, and considerately (and considerably) fresh-smelling partner.

so scratch the drama. 

ahhhh. blessed relief.

 

for now.