Today was a big day. It was Mother's Day. It was our anniversary. And it was the day that we dedicated Hadley to Jesus. Pretty cool. Pretty crazy.
We were quite the sight. Mia wanted snacks, Bri was flirting with an older man (which made me wonder if we should dedicate her again), and Hadley was slippery to hold in her dress. I really wondered if I was going to drop her. Now wouldn't THAT have been a story? Right up there with Boris Yelstin who claimed that, when he was baptized as an infant, the drunk priest left him in the water basin...(or something like that).
And so, now. The house is quiet. My wife is asleep on the couch and I am preparing to be alone for the next 6 days. We've hired a painter to come in and finish up all the little paint jobs that Elise and I...Okay, let's be honest, that ELISE didn't have time to finish before Bri came. Or Mia came. Or before Hadley came. Whichever.
I've finally convinced Elise that we'll never "get to it" ourselves. So the dude comes tomorrow. Says he'll need a week. And we don't want the girls around the fumes. So six days. Dang.