Did you have a happy Easter? We did. I finished the girls’ dresses just in time. They are of an age to really appreciate the whole holiday thing.
We colored eggs:
On Easter morning the girls found their baskets and had almost pure sugar for breakfast. (marshmallow peeps are acceptable breakfast food on Easter)
I had to hurry up and snap this pic before church while the girls were still clean and tidy. I had no hopes of it lasting,
We went visiting all the requisite family members and had a good day.
Claire has fun wherever she goes:
Do not try to take pictures of Anna while she is watching “Alice In Wonderland.”
It was nice to be done preparing for the holiday after a flurry of preparing for the house to be show-able. I was very happy to put the finishing touches on the kitchen. *note to self – take pictures of the kitchen*
Today, however, I am at the end of my rope.
Work has been stressful. Nothing is working in the lab, and deadlines are looming. Claire is teething and therefore not sleeping. This whole house buying/selling thing is being a pain in the neck. More accurately, the people involved are being a pain in the neck. Also, someone please make an offer on our house. Or at least come look at it. And when you do, wipe your feet so you don’t track mud everywhere. I just mopped the floor.
Today, there is an extra source of mud in our yard:
In preparation for selling the house, we had a dye test performed. Or, we attempted to have the dye test performed. Turns out the clean-out for the sewage line was cracked and needed replacing. Turns out that it never should have passed 7 yrs ago. Turns out that this is going to be really expensive.
If I had photoshop, and photoshop skills, I would edit the backhoe to have a bulldozer blade on the front. Then I would put on my bathrobe and lie down in the mud in front of it.
As if we weren’t having enough fun this evening, here’s a picture of Claire, taken 10 minutes after her bath:
I’m laughing because it beats the alternative. I post this not to garner sympathy but so that later, when things are running more smoothly in Unreservedville, I can look back on this and laugh and actually mean it.