Today was an odd day…woke up at the normal time, but about an hour into the morning, my back started spasming, and the backs of my eyeballs felt raw.
So I handed off the baby to Chef, and passed out for 3-1/2 hours of coma-like sleep.
And I don’t nap.
Must have been a little catch-up from Monday’s procedure.
Anyhoo, went shopping with the MIL and she ended up telling me a bunch of stories about Chef when he was little, and a pretty great anecdote about catching a foreign exchange student growing pot in the bedroom closet.
And the pool set-up begins…the thing must weigh a hundred pounds, and it’s a whole lot bigger than I thought! But we got a life jacket for Chuck, do it should be fun.
If it ever gets set up.