so…i’m home today, officially.

our nanny is sick. or should i say, still sick. she took a sick day yesterday and the husband stayed home to play Mr. Mom. today it’s my day. i’m actually really happy to be spending the day with my bunny. i just sent the older two off to school and i won’t see them until 3. the only drawback to me staying home, really, is that when i don’t work, i don’t get paid.

i’m almost overwhelmed with all the things i feel like i should get done today. but y’all, i’m wiped. it was another night of Isabella waking up at 2:45 in a full night terror. finally, i got her to calm down and brought her into bed with me, and after about 45 “i wah dora”s i surrendered to her wishes and let her watch an episode (thank goodness for PVR…because, seriously, there’s NOTHING on at 3:00 am….except for maybe some old episodes of Good Times. a classic, i realize, but it doesn’t seem to be all that popular amongst the toddler set). and then we put her back to bed. and let her cry. and cry. and complain. and complain. until she fell asleep. it was a long night, to say the least. 

so, there are things i could do. i could go into work and pick up some books i need. i could head to the gym and cancel my membership (bastards…you need to be there in person). i could buy the paper goods for Joshie’s birthday party on sunday (he went to pick his cake last night. in a last minute turn of events, his superhero cake became a buzz lightyear cake, surprisingly). i could scrapbook. i could do pilates. i could organize. i could get together with all my friends who don’t work – who work part-time or are off on maternity leave with their babies.

but truth be told, all i feel like doing is crawling into bed and watching last night’s prison break, heroes, and friday night lights that i didn’t watch because i wanted to spend time with the husband and he doesn’t do tv. yes, that’s right. i married a man who doesn’t watch tv. he’s cool with Entrourage and Sopranos. and he loves him some jackass and south park. and hockey. but that’s all. that’s where it ends. last night, i let him watch the leafs game. and then i fell asleep. yup, that’s our quality time. i kid.

i probably won’t sit on my butt. i’m just not programmed that way. so, if anyone’s around and you want to get together….i’m around. right now, i’m off to learn how to use my stinkin’ green bin.

i will leave you with a cute photo of what we did at the Martells before bed last night. (and yes, in case you are wondering, that’s what they all wore to bed last night. they picked them themselves. there are some battles i just refuse to fight. even the skirt.):

(there are more pictures on flickr, of course)