As usual, our weekend didn’t exactly go as planned. I got a phone call at work on Friday saying Zach was sick and I needed to come pick him up. All afternoon he seemed perfectly fine, so we went out for a bit to run errands and grab some dinner. As I said, everything seemed fine…until he woke up at 5:00 in the morning covered in puke. Needless to say that was a bit of a rude awakening.
Besides the fact that I hate my boy being sick, I was really bummed because we had big plans for the day. I had some shopping and errands to do, and then we were supposed to go to the circus with my sister and her family. I was really excited about the circus because I thought Zach would really enjoy it this year. We’ve taken him the last two years and while he did get into it last year, he didn’t really understand what was going on.
Instead of going on with our plans, we slept in and bummed around the house all day. As I was putting away some of Zach’s clothes I suddenly got motivated to clean out his closet. I’ve been trying to figure out exactly how to squeeze clothing for another little human into our already scarce closet space. Zach and Hubby are already sharing a closet and no matter how hard I try I can’t condense enough to give up any of my closet space.
I spent most of the morning organizing and cleaning out the closet, then made a trip to Wal-Mart for a few things. I ended up getting Baby G some plastic drawers that will serve as her dresser until we can get something better. Now they are just waiting to be filled with adorable little girl clothes. The rest of her clothes will have to hang with Zach’s, but there is still some space in the back of the closet so that shouldn’t be a problem. As you can see from the picture, I didn’t get around to the top shelf, which is still a mess but it’s a start. I do still have another four months before I need to even worry about this anyway.
As it turned out, Zach was fine the rest of the day. He was jumping around, dancing, playing, and having a grand old time. We probably could have gone ahead with our plans, but it wasn’t such a bad day anyway.
What I’m most thankful for at the end of the day, every day, is this smile:
Okay, so maybe not that exact smile because he was really cheesing it up here, but you get the point. No matter how bad my day may be, or how many tantrums I have to sit through, that smile makes every minute worth it.