Today my Mom has the babies. For the past few weeks she has been taking them to her apartment in the Brewery District on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It's a little slice of urban exposure for my Charlie and Liv. And a little slice of quiet time for me. It has definitely been helpful so far. I'm not sure how I would go grocery shopping and clean the house if it weren't for these two days a week. The babies are awake more, limiting my free time. However, today is the first day I needed a break for emotional reasons. After the past two days of almost constant crying from someone, my nerves are little shot. Love them, love them, love them...but I need a moment away. Funnily enough, I am completely confident that by the end of the day I will be so happy to have them back home. But for now I am enjoying my alone time, and feeling so thankful that I can leave my children with someone who loves them as much as I do, and is truly enjoying her time with them. Thank you Mom!
So today I am attacking the mountains of laundry that have accumulated...over the past TWO days. And that's just the baby stuff. Poor Charlie has gone to town with the spitting-up these past few days, thereby generating a load of laundry a day. We can't keep the burp cloths and bibs stocked. And we don't have a small supply. Meanwhile, I will do a little cleaning around the house.
It's not a grocery shopping day today. Every two weeks I go to the store and this is really working well for us. I have finally made a meal calendar for the month (taken mostly from the A Year of Crock Potting blog), and then I know exactly what I need to buy at the store. This has saved us quite a lot of money already (through the babies gorceries have NOT), and makes dinner preparation much easier. And it adds a lot of variety to my normal dishes. I don't have a very wide repertoire, I must admit. Right now I have fajitas cooking in the crockpot and they are just beginning to smell completely delicious. Lunch time I think...
On another note. A strange thing has been happening. We have this touch lamp in our bedroom that sits on the night stand on my side of the bed. We got it when we first got married and have always had it on our night stand. It has never acted up or done anything funny. It does now. Over the past three days, I have walked into the bedroom on three occasions and found the lamp on. The first couple times I figured that maybe I had turned it on when I got out of bed in the morning and not realized it. Then last night, I was lying in bed (my body not ANYWHERE near the touch lamp), and Eli was going to turn on the floor lamp in our room so we could read the scriptures. As he was reaching for the floor lamp, the touch lamp turned on! Like I said, I was nowhere near enough to touch it. So I took a peak and there wasn't anything near it. It couldn't hve been bumped. Weird, we both said. Read the scriptures and went to bed. Then this morning I woke up. Got the babies ready to go, and helped carry them outside to my Mom's car (we have to walk through the bedroom to go outside). The lamp was not on. When I walked back into the room...you guessed it. The lamp was on. So I went over to take a peak. Still nothing touching it. I checked the extension cord it was plugged into, and it was firmly in place. I checked to make sure the extension cord was plugged into the wall well. It was. Again, very firmly in place. So now I am stumped. Any suggestions? Very curious indeed.