7am for 200, Alex

I don't know about you, but I can't believe it's Friday again already. I've spent my week just sort of flying around kind of trying to batten down the hatches and get some tasks done. It's not as fun to multi-task with my niece around every day so far except today, though. It's much more entertaining to hang around watching her perform little ballet moves and giggle at the baby cooing. But there comes a time in every post-partum venture where I'm flat-out ready for some normalness. The last two times it hit way earlier and with much more gravity. Rather than "WHEN THE *H* ARE THINGS GOING TO GET BACK TO NORMAL!?" and fighting against change, this time I am just eager to have a regular wake time in the morning, honestly. That's all. Can we just get up at the same time every day and maaaaaaaaybe go to bed around the same time? Huh? ... Huh? It sets the day in a good direction to have the same amount of daylight to accomplish things.

Right now I'm on hold in our room. My mom has a thingamajig in her laundry room she said I might be able to have. I'm not sure what you'd call it. A chest. No. A smallish armoire. Eh... Let's just go with thingamajig. But she's currently trying to sell her house, so I need to wait for her to pair down and figure things out before springing any thingamajig removal on her suddenly. And we still have the baby in our room. So, I'm not really ready for an upheaval, because that might really be necessary to configure things how I envision in there.

I'm also getting the bug to garden. I've planted a new big pot full of shade-loving plants where a smaller one stood, but that one was just full of dirt because I'd pitched the dead stuff - and that meant, well... everything. I'd given up on the thing, really. But now we have a fresh start. I'm not sure when I'm going to redo the boring arrangement of shrubs and foundation plants in the front beds, but it needs to be soon. I've just got to carve out a few days I can be on my rear in the aftermath. Digging and planting large things will knock me right out if I'm truthful. And I need to mentally recover from stepping in fresh poop between the yews at TLC in strappy sandals the other day anyway. Not kidding, it was human dookie.

I'm sure I've got a lot more to talk about, but I just might put away laundry instead. Go ahead and scoop your jaw off the floor, Brent.