Cuz I am a champion
I got the little one to nap today (and finally in a normal leg-in-crib position) so I am celebrating by doing procrastinated chores! Yay adulthood! Since I have nothing more to talk about I will just share my to-do list so you can all revel in my adultness.
To-do list of today
- check internet bills (pretty sure I paid it and the physical mailed copy is a redundancy, but I’m paranoid so I’ll check again)
- print death reads (I’m trying to avoid being on my computer when the little one is awake, and instead read more physical things around her, so I’ve got to print out all my articles)
- check mail for USPS shit (change of address stuff)
- send friend a package (super behind on that…)
- say hello to baby neighbors (need to make some mom friends!)
- fix blue bookshelf (the trim is falling off)
- fix Goodnight Moon (little one keeps aggressively turning the pages and ripping them. Such is her passion for this book)
- set up pediatric appointment (cuz we moved)
- dental filling (because apparently fillings don’t last long in my mouth)
I’m sure there’s more I’ve forgotten to put on my list, but those will do for now. The problem is, after the more pressing ones, I just want to slack off and read. Welp.
Things on the internet that amuse me
So I was looking into my local area to see if there were any writing opportunities, and I got led to a job listing site where I saw this:
I’m sorry, but you want a ghost writer to get your (their*) work into some of the top business magazines? Why would someone take that offer…? Unless you are offering BANK.
Also isn’t my tiny one cute?
My mom was watching the baby a few weeks ago and apparently the little one got all messy so my mom needed to change her shirt but only had this tight lady’s t-shirt:
I don’t know, it seems like, when you are that tiny cute you can wear anything and look adorable. I mean look at her decked out in the early fall in the northeast (before we moved):
She’s just a stunning tiny blob. Everything she does is cute to me, like her wearing her dad’s slippers (even though anytime an adult tries to wear them, she ferociously demands that none of us wear them so that they are hers and hers alone):
Okay I am done spamming you all with my little one’s photos. I just looking at them.