thursdays.

Carly and I are getting into a routine.

It looks something like this:

1. Get up and shower/get ready before Carly.
2. Carly up, play, breakfast.
3. Get out of the house: store, walk, park, whatever. Just get the girl out.
4. Come home have lunch.
5. Carly naps anywhere from 1-3 hours. Usually about 2. Mommy eats, works on basement, blog surfs, watches DVR entertainment, gets little things done, cleans . . . according to need.
6. Play, which mostly means walk around outside.
7. Daddy comes home/dinner/play/chaos.
8. Carly gets a bath from daddy.
9. Carly goes to bed.
10. Mommy collapses and delays going to bed because she doesn't want to move.

Most days also include some disaster, like a smoke-filled kitchen and a burnt pancake, or a broken bowl and scattered rice cereal. But that is the stuff of this paradise I'm living in.

Carly has been a happy baby lately. She is such a routine girl, its funny. And when she is good, I am good.

~

An another note, last night I headed to campus to help on a research project for one of Chris's colleagues. I was on my way out when Chris said, "You're not allowed to wear those pants anymore." Why? I asked. "Because I can see your underwear through the holes in the back." Whoops. I need new jeans. Thing is, I hate jean shopping, and I really hate jean prices. Carly is in need of practically a whole wardrobe before the real cold shows up, and I just couldn't justify buying myself new clothes.

So, a friend from the ward tells me about a children's consignment store that is great, but its on the other side of the city. So to "get out" today, Carly and I packed up and headed there. Turns out its a fabulously disorganized place with SO much stuff. I got Carly 2 light coats, skirt, dress, 2 pairs of pants, and a shirt for $13. And it was all Baby Gap or Children's Place, and all in great condition. Not too shabby.

Anyway, on the way back I noticed a Goodwill. Did you know I'm a sucker for Goodwill? I mostly love their home decor prizes (I'll have to do a whole post on what I've gotten in that department) but I've found some great stuff there in terms of baby clothes. Is that ghetto? Should I be embarrassed? Well, I'm not. We live on a very tight budget, and everything is washable, right? Anywho . . . I pull into the parking lot and, oh my golly, this is the nicest looking Goodwill I've ever seen. They even call it "Goodwill Emporium". Its huge, and as I scan the racks, I see all sorts of nice stuff in great condition. I head back to the children's section but on my way I see "Ladies Jeans $4.69". Oh man that's right in my price range! Long story short: I got two pairs of brand name jeans in perfect condition for $10. I even tried them on in the Goodwill dressing room while Carly played with my shoes on the floor. Is that classy or what? Booyah.

{yes, this is the only picture you get today}

Anyway, the reason this post is titled "thursdays" is because I don't like Thursdays.

Chris has 14 hour days on Thursdays.

And we miss him.

But today was a good day.

And for that I'm grateful.