there's a lot of attitude in those beady little eyes

So I was going to share pictures of the puppy with you today but I can't stop being distracted by the SHEER TERROR.

It turns out that moving into zillion-year-old houses that have been empty for, like, ever, tend to have a plethora of, let's just say challenges.

As I sit on my sofa with my feet up off the floor, with every light on around me (which has proven useless), and a broom by my side, which I periodically smack around on the floor just to prove I'm bigger, I'm highly agitated.  and disturbed.  and AGITATED.  There may have been both palpitations and diaphoresis.  (Look it up, girls.)

I knew he was here when I started hearing him crunching on my personal possessions over the sound of the television.

CRUNCHING.  

OVER THE TELEVISION.

He then proceeded to scamper straight across my floor twice.  Once he turned around and gave me this look that I found to be quite insulting and condescending.  

He made me mad and mostly scared me to death.  

Now I'm trying to convince myself to sleep in spite of the furniture crunching.

Seriously how does one catch a mouse in the middle of the night?  Will he crawl up into personal spaces like, you know, beds? or is he content to scamper and glower at me from the floor?  Is it safe to go to sleep?  These are the questions keeping me up tonight.

Well that and my nostalgia for my rodent-free townhouse.

I'll keep you posted on how things progress, and if I survive the night I'll try to share our new puppy with ya on Friday.

Heaven help me is all I'm saying.

 

my new roomies are cutie patooties

Happy Wednesday :)

i could've used that cookie this morning...

This is what it's come to.  Ordering my thoughts in numerical fashion.  To use a phrase I've probably used far to often lately, It is what it is.  And what it is, is scattered thoughts with poor flow.  Welcome to my current crazy.

1.  So I woke up earlier than planned this morning to a thundering herd of elephants getting their morning exercise.

I kid. 

It was actually just a six-year-old boy preparing for his day ;)  While he was OH SO BUSY I entertained myself trying to figure out what in tarnation he was up to that would  be so specifically loudish.  From my comfy bed on the first floor it sounded like a stomp, stomp, stomp just for kicks & giggles.

Who can really understand the six-year-old mind?  (Not me that's who.)  Anyhoo, the concerted march,  march march around his bed I ultimately believe to be his morning calisthenics.  

I'm so very proud of the boy for working so diligently at his personal health and well-being. 

So proud.

2.  I got a text from Kate last night with the following quote from my Audrey.

"Sigh.  I just need Naynay."

All I have to say about this whole situation is hang on sweet girl I'm coming just as soon as I can, and also SWOON!!

3.  Yesterday Kari and I took Peyton & Elijah out for a bit & it was so nice for things to feel a little normal-ish for a few minutes.  We started out at CFA for a little chicken goodness and PlayLand calisthenics for the seven-year-old.

And share a cookie.

It's mostly about the chocolate chip cookie these days no lie.

So after our cookie we headed downtown to the Farmer's Market to pick up some locally-grown veggies so we can fill up Peanut's baby food coffers.  It was nice to walk around and visit, and there is just something organically (no pun intended) pleasing about picking out fresh produce and discussing it with the people who grew it in the first place.  I came home, snapped the green beans and cooked them for dinner that very evening.  Downright therapeutic is what that is!  

4.  We have ice cream cake in the freezer just because.  It isn't anyone's birthday or anything; my sister just had a craving.

Living with my sister is very satisfying in the sugar-options department.  The fitting-into-my-jeans department is concerned.  Do me a favor & pray I stay strong in the face of massive temptation, wouldya?

5.  As I sit here on my couch I'm looking at clutter and things and stuff all around.  ALL AROUND.  I have great hope and optimism that today is the day that I get my life in order.

The aforementioned six-year-old has inspired me.

Have a great day, y'all!