Pretty Much About Nothing

I've been slacking, I know. Life has gotten busy, work has gotten busy and between everything else, I haven't had a thought to myself really in the last week or so. Please forgive me. Because I love to write and I love telling stories about my family, but I just haven't had the time.

I remember writing about how busy I was a couple of months ago, but that is nothing compared to life right now. September was supposed to be a slow month, one where I play catch up, but every weekend there has been something going on. And remember that friend that I mentioned that I felt was too busy for me, well all has been worked out. Every weekend I have been invited for a visit, and every weekend I have to turn her down because of something and now I feel so much guilt that it almost makes me sick. I want to see her and her new baby girl. I know it will work out sometime soon.

So...I'm full of rants and raves today, but I don't have too much more in me this evening.

Josh is going away this weekend. I'll actually only see him tomorrow morning before he leaves for work, because he is headed out wheeling, a trip that will probably be the last for a while now that it is turning into fall. He'll be back Sunday. So, I'm on my own with the girls, which I am looking forward to. I feel as though I have FINALLY adjusted to two, that going outside of the realm of our house isn't going to be too difficult. Don't get me wrong, I do have moments of paranoia, like if O starts crying and is hungry and then Bea wants to run around and not sit still. It will be fine, I know, just fine...BUT...

Josh's mom called me tonight and it's been a while since they have seen the girls. She knew Josh was going out of town and she asked me if the girls could stay over tomorrow night. While I want them with me, a break would be nice. So I agreed. And can I say I already miss them being away from me? It's only Thursday evening! Ok, so a night alone...what in the world should I do?

While a candlelight bath and girlie movie are definitely in order (and maybe a glass of wine), my butt has to get to Costco, Target, and a number of other places for this upcoming BBQ that I may have been a fool to plan. I didn't expect a lot of people would want to come see us, but my body starts convulsing over the possibility of 30 people at our house, 10 of those being kids. And the weather...it better hold out. And the people? I hope they show. And my friends from SD? I can't wait to see them and they are staying here. Another thing I am stressed over? Our house still sort of looks like a rental. Yeah, we bought it over a year and a half ago and I have FINALLY started making small upgrades (curtains, rods, pictures hung on walls), but I want the whole thing done before people who I haven't seen in a long time come to visit. Maybe I should just give myself a break because we moved in right after having Bea and then I got pregnant with Olivia right after that. Which leads me to one more thing...

Probably what I am MOST concerned about - two things, really - are these:

- I need to get the girls new and cute outfits to show them off in.

- They better damn well be healthy for this occasion!

More ranting? I am done. For tonight.