And in other news -
*Every morning, I get a text message from weather.com telling me the day's forecast. It used to come around 7, before the time change. Since the time change, it comes well after 8, when I am already dressed and lately it has been incorrect. So, this morning, after I got to work, I got a text telling me it was fifteen degrees warmer out than it is.
*It is 29 degrees outside right now. Yesterday as I put away laundry, I mused that it is conceivable that I could pack for Disney World right now, just to get it out of the way. We're certainly not going to miss any of our spring clothes between now and then.
*Since tax season is in full swing, Hubby is working CRAZY hours. Last night he got home shortly before 1am. (But hey, I did my Shabbos cooking while I waited up for him) As such, we are not the most enthusiastic morning people, regardless of the fact that I had an 8 o'clock appointment. So, imagine our surprise when we heard Moo calling for us at 7:30. We leapt out of bed and into action. Izzy found this highly objectionable and I did most of my morning hygiene routine with him on my hip. I got dressed and ran downstairs to throw something in my bag for breakfast, when I felt a warm gush. Izzy's diaper had leaked ALL OVER my shirt. I was already tense, now I was just freaking out. Izzy was screaming in my ear, I was hungry, off balance, and covered in pee. As I changed Izzy super-quickly I was shouting things about "ZOMFG" (I actually do say that. I pronounce it "Zomufuguh." It's my favorite swear word) "I HAVE TO LEAVE NOW!!" When I noticed a familiar rumbling voice coming from my pocket. Manny was downstairs, had called me to let him in, and my phone had answered. The first thing he said when he got upstairs was, "I didn't hear anything." Oh, Yael, you so crazy. Also, my appointment was a half an hour late.
*It is 29 degrees outside right now. Yesterday as I put away laundry, I mused that it is conceivable that I could pack for Disney World right now, just to get it out of the way. We're certainly not going to miss any of our spring clothes between now and then.
*Since tax season is in full swing, Hubby is working CRAZY hours. Last night he got home shortly before 1am. (But hey, I did my Shabbos cooking while I waited up for him) As such, we are not the most enthusiastic morning people, regardless of the fact that I had an 8 o'clock appointment. So, imagine our surprise when we heard Moo calling for us at 7:30. We leapt out of bed and into action. Izzy found this highly objectionable and I did most of my morning hygiene routine with him on my hip. I got dressed and ran downstairs to throw something in my bag for breakfast, when I felt a warm gush. Izzy's diaper had leaked ALL OVER my shirt. I was already tense, now I was just freaking out. Izzy was screaming in my ear, I was hungry, off balance, and covered in pee. As I changed Izzy super-quickly I was shouting things about "ZOMFG" (I actually do say that. I pronounce it "Zomufuguh." It's my favorite swear word) "I HAVE TO LEAVE NOW!!" When I noticed a familiar rumbling voice coming from my pocket. Manny was downstairs, had called me to let him in, and my phone had answered. The first thing he said when he got upstairs was, "I didn't hear anything." Oh, Yael, you so crazy. Also, my appointment was a half an hour late.