- Shower, make my lunch, and attempt to pick out my clothes the night before.
- Wake up at 5:15am - not to go to the gym anymore, but to get ready to leave for work. I work two cities away again and have to plan out how long it takes to get there very carefully so that I don't get bogged down in heinous amounts of stupid people traffic.
- Leave the house NO LATER than 6:15am to arrive to work at or slightly before 7am.
- Work from 7:10am-2:40pm
- Head home and attempt to clean the house, make dinner, and not take a 12 hour nap in the meantime.
I have not managed to save up enough energy to hit the gym at all this week. I am hoping that I can change that next week. I have barely had enough time to talk to anyone this week besides Bryan who, duh, lives here.
So, when my mom called tonight I made sure to wait until I was settled in and ready to talk because I was hanging on by a thread. I seriously considered going to bed at 8:30. Oh, how my Friday nights have changed...
Anyway. When I called my mom back she asked a weird question, "Has anything been delivered to your house?" Bryan and I laugh because for the past year we have been on the verge of flat broke. I knew nothing had been delivered to either of us or left outside our garage door; I would have seen it. She sounded slightly concerned so I put the phone down to check the front door, which we don't use, and inside the fence area. When I opened the front door there were two huge boxes waiting outside! How cool was that? My aunt and grandma had sent baby shower gifts straight to our house early. Awesome!!
| Tah-dah! |
| First time parents trying to unmangle a stroller. We needed to use the directions. We then decided that we are going to have stroller speed drills to practice before Harper gets here. |
| High chair - this was not as difficult to assemble. |
I cannot tell you how exciting it was to get these things! Bryan and I quickly put everything together and then tried them out. Pushed the stroller around the house and slid the high chair up to the dining room table. A big, blog thank you to my Aunt Marie and Grandma! This whole baby thing is just getting more and more real. Crazy!

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