Saturday was… ahhh.. interesting. We spent most of the day at the new office hanging shelving. I knew we were in for a long haul, so I brought a ton of toys, the jumper, and a pack and play so Henry could play and sleep as he normally would.
It took a long time, but the end result was well worth it. We keep more than 1,000 different types of physician-grade supplements in stock, so we need a LOT of shelves. Lookin’ fly.
(Foreshadowing: I look exhausted because I am.)
We drove home, and Kristien offered to do nighttime duties, so I went on a run.
While running, I got a text from my buddy Nicole asking if I wanted to hang out. I said, “Heck yes,” and promptly turned around, turning my intended four miler into three.
I got all dressed up – even wearing heels, a rare occurrence since The Naked Face Project – and drove to her place. We ended up going out to a swanky restaurant and drinking a little wine. Lots of women talk ensued.
I made it home for my 10:00 PM curfew (Henry’s first wake up) and was informed by the Hus that it was probably going to be a horrible baby night. From 7 – 10, Henry woke up five times. From 11 to 7:30, he woke up nine more. It was so, so bad. This is actually the third night that he’s done this, but last night was by far the worst. Pretty sure it’s a sleep regression… or Henry is trying to kill us. One or the other. At 7:30 AM, I called DadHTP and asked him to pleeeease come relieve us, which he did, securing his place as grandparent of the year.
We rewarded him with lunch and coffee when we finally woke up. DadHTP regaled us with fun stories from the poll places (he works as an observer to make sure the electoral process is a-okay).
I guess you can technically call this brunch.
Corn Relish Salsa (from Trader Joe’s)
Whew. What a day (and night). Now that I’ll gotten a nap and decent meal, I’m feeling a lot better. Here’s the tackling what’s left of Sunday.