Best laid plans.

I’m doing Noah’s laundry. I went downstairs to put the load from the washer to the dryer only to discover that all of his clothes are covered in weird clear soft plastic-y pellets. I can’t for the life of me figure out what the hell they are until I see it. Somehow I put a disposable diaper in the damn washing machine. It must have been wrapped up in some dirty clothes that I took out of the diaper bag. It is now the size of a pumpkin and hemorrhaging plastic pellets. They’re on everything. Not having a clue what to do I just started the washer again. I'm hoping some of them will wash away in the second wash. What a mess.

It’s been a busy couple of days – which is what I will blame my brainlessness on. Tuesday night we celebrated our anniversary yet again and went out for Indian buffet, picked up a bottle of wine and bought Mark some much needed new dress shoes for work – the third anniversary gift is leather. Mark got me a lovely pair of gloves and some slippers to keep my housebound feet warm. On Wednesday afternoon Noah and I did our grocery shopping extravaganza and in the evening the Milliceccobachs stopped by for baby wrangling, pizza and LOST.

Yesterday the boy and I went to visit my Mom. She was originally intending to come see us this Sunday but my stepfather is not doing well and it’s best that she not leave him at home. She started three months of unpaid Family Medical Leave last week so that she can be home with him. He’s been deteriorating drastically both physically and mentally and we don’t hold out much hope for him to hang on for very long. His bone marrow cancer is taking quite a toll and unfortunately it’s a battle he can’t win. I don’t think he’s ready to go, and I know my Mom isn’t ready to let him go, but unfortunately he’s reaching the stage of his disease where the longer he lasts the more debilitating and painful his life will become. I can’t really be of much help except to bring the boy around to raise their spirits, and that is actually quite helpful.

This weekend we will start the two weeks of cleaning and organizing I hope to do prior to Noah’s birthday party. My to-do list does not just include necessary things like ordering food, dusting and vacuuming, it also includes plans to straighten the basement, reorganize the cabinets and hang things on the walls that I’ve been wanting to hang for a YEAR. The obvious result of this will be that I get so stressed out by the sheer size of my list and spend so much time doing unnecessary things that I will cause myself a nervous breakdown in the two days prior to the party because the house is still a sty. And you would think that in recognizing the outcome of making said list that I would change my plans? Nope. I’m a stupid, untidy and lazy woman who MIGHT get around to doing the very basics of house cleaning before the uncaring and unfazed guests arrive wanting nothing more than beer and cake. It’s good to have a plan!