Alternately titled: “I Was Almost Mauled by a Rogue Pan and My Child Hates Interviews.” That was such a complicated post title, though. Bummer.
I’d like to preface this post by explaining that I was only productive this weekend because I was alone. I literally had nothing else to do besides notice every single thing I hate about my house. First up? The closet. I finally got things organized and I even added a little vanity station up in there. I’m like totally a Kardashian now, so I feel like MTV Cribs should be calling soon. This is high class if I’ve ever seen it. But, seriously, I’m excited to sit down while I do my makeup for once. It’s going to be legit, you guys. On another note, have you ever tried to take a picture facing a window with a phone? Impossible.
After the closet, I hit up random small spots in our house. I’m embarrassed to admit that I finally put pictures in the frames we received before my son was born. Maddux is three now, y’all. Do the math. I’m pretty sure it equals one really lazy mother.
Some paint also went up in the nursery today, but I enlisted help with that one. Sorry, Dad. After watching him paint moulding, I baked myself a “healthy” crumb cake. I have some things I’d like to say about that: 1) I had to make it because I was watching HGTV and you have to eat snacks when watching mindless TV and 2) healthy crumb cakes royally suck. For real, though, I cannot recommend them less. It was especially bad, because I almost lost a limb trying to make it. Suffice to say, I had never used a springform pan in my life and it showed. Those things are complicated and dangerous. Or I’m just inept. Either way, I’m counting it as a workout.
In addition to watching TV this afternoon, I also tried to clean up my phone storage. I even tackled my random Notes. The best one was one I jotted down while interviewing Maddux about his future sibling. It went as follows:
Would you like a new baby?
Do you want a brother or a sister?
“I want macawoni and cheese.”
Okay. Should the baby be a boy or a girl?
“A boy. Named Maddux. Like me!”
Are you going to share your toys?
“One train. Not two.”
Will you help me change the diapers?
He walked away after that, so I have nothing more to share. Since this conversation, he has informed me that he would like a sister now instead of a brother. He said sisters don’t play with his toys. Interesting theory. He also said he wants to name the baby Captain Bologna Pants, so there’s that. Clearly we have a lot of work to do.