my two (or 32) cents' worth

yesterday was kind of a tough day.

it started at 3 am, for both el Jefe' and me. he was going into work (supposedly his last Saturday, hurray!) and i just couldn't sleep. i cleaned the pantry and did plant maintenance for hours (what fun!). Punkin woke up on the wrong side of the crib. he wanted his "moneys" and could not be placated. i found him two pennies. he could not be consoled. he finally calmed down after 32 cents (talk about inflation!) but i actually caught him digging through my purse a couple times yesterday. hmmm. not sure i like that.

i took Punkin with me to work and printed out some specs to take home (not like i don't have enough to do around the house, but i was feeling guilty for being out of the office Monday to make arrangements up North). he colored a little and rode the elevator, so it wasn't a total bust for him. then we went to Home Depot to find appliance patch. our stove has a chip in the front, probably from the time i was flinging fried eggs (and the frying pan) and beer bottles in a drunken rage of depression. i scored a front row parking space, but no cart. toddler + Home Depot = challenge. we looked in the appliances area; we looked in the paint area. i asked a total of three sales associates for help, and i eventually got something that should patch our stove. then we went to Target where i bought some cleaning supplies (my latest obsession before putting the house on the market), and some new sheets for Punkin's big boy bed, a waterproof mattress pad (you can even get them in queen size!), and bed rails (which by the way adjust to fit a queen size bed as well). am i the only one that thinks that's a little odd?

Punkin barely ate his lunch, poured milk all over his money (the 32 cents), and proceeded to make sock mittens, soak them in milk, and wash his face with them. nap time could not come soon enough, yet he was wound up tight and i was exhausted. eventually, he got some sleep. i tried as well, unsuccessfully.

we met with a realtor, told Punkin's godmother Lola that we are moving, and went to a friend's 40th birthday party that was nicer than a lot of weddings i've attended and dropped our bombshells (promotion, Peanut, and move) on more friends.

i kind of wish my life was more about 32 cents right now.