Friday, April 24, 2009

Painting Day: part 3

All is well, and I don't think my body will ever be the same after this very long day.

Lindsay and I got the last edges painted in Quinn's room by about 4:45 p.m. That was just in time to greet Bridget and Ben, who were just driving through town. Half an hour with my dear friends-- and then they were on their way.

Quinn and I jumped in the shower ASAP. I jumped .... and dragged Quinn. She doesn't like to be rushed during bathing, but we had no choice. We were due at my friends graduation dinner at 6. If you do the mommy math on that, it equals impossible. But we jumped in the shower anyway at 5:20. The restaurant was 12 minutes away, so we needed to be in the car IN PRETTY DRESSES by 5:45.

At 5:32 p.m. I realized my garments were flying out from under my dress thanks to my giant belly. I fixed that problem with tights. (I tried to convince myself that "support" tights from Motherhood Maternity would actually make my legs feel better after all the squatting all day).

Quinn was still screaming NO about getting out of the bath at 5:37 p.m. I somehow fixed that one and was yanking a comb through her hair as fast as possible. There were some tears, but we got in the car -- all dressed and beautiful -- by 5:48. Actually, it took a few tries to get in the car because my thigh kept hitting my belly which would knock my shoe off my foot and into the driveway. After three tries at this I had success. (And by the way, it was not until I got in the car that I texted the hostess to tell her I was bringing my 2-year-old to her dinner party because I forgot to secure the baby sitter who ended up having her own graduation dinner to go to.)

So longest day ever but really fun.

When I got home, I rushed (barely made it) downstairs to double check our handy work, and let me tell you -- in the dark and without glasses -- we did a kick butt job!!

Still to come is the paint in my mom's room AND pictures of Quinn's new paradise. But give me time. It might be a long recovery after today.

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