in the off chance you care

We have been crazy busy. Most of the busy-ness is related to the fact that I am having SIXTEEN women over to my house to play Bunco in two short weeks. For some reason I feel the need to clean and organize and get something up on the walls in the bathroom that have been bare since 2004. I do not know why I feel compelled to do it but I do know that I lay in bed at night thinking of where I can shove things like my computer desk for a night so I have somewhere for SIXTEEN women to sit. I will admit to the fact that it has crossed my mind to rent a storage unit for a month. The problem with this is that I'm certain that it will push Ski over the edge and he may just file for divorce. And even though I HATE to admit it, I need him. We have a 3-level house and each floor is a mere 800 square feet. Do you think 800 square feet is enough room for SIXTEEN women, an Exersaucer, a Jumperoo, a Leapfrog Learning table, computer desk, general living room furniture and no fewer than four hundred toys to entertain an easily bored nine-month-old? Because I don't. And don't get me started on what in the hell kind of food and drinks I'm going to make because I've been too busy obsessing about the clutter to be bothered with food. Can you say Subway Party Sub? Because I've got a feeling I'll be saying it loud and clear in two weeks. The only item I have on my menu so far is Harvest Popcorn courtesy of my (newly engaged) friend Gretchen. CONGRATS Gretch! Do any of the rest of you Internets have any ideas for easy finger food or easy drinks?

Other bits of randomness:

I was totally unmotivated to take pictures of Renee's First Easter and I feel like a bad, bad mom because of it. I have this urge to go to Target and buy some of those plastic eggs to take her picture with them just so I'm no longer bogged down in guilt.

My brain has decided to prohibit my body from sleeping at night. And I don't like it. I am a walking zombie.

The winter-will-never-end posts started two months ago and it is STILL snowing. I NEED spring. I need flowers and evening walks outside. I NEED OUTSIDE! I NEED OUTSIDE! LET ME OUT!

We had Charlie's 3rd birthday party over the weekend and I so desparately want to find the time to upload the pictures but by the end of the day I can't talk my overly exhausted body to do it. His real birthday isn't until April 9th so I still have time, right?

Renee loses her mind if her little eyes can't see me at all moments of her life. I am no longer permitted to take a pee in private. In addition the little monster refuses to take a bottle from anyone other than Becky at daycare. Not from Daddy, not from Mommy, not from Rama, not from some stranger on the street (I tried it). You get that sucker within a three-foot radius of her and she goes into whine mode and flails her head back and forth refusing to let it get even close to her mouth. Will I EVER get my boobs back? It is not looking good.