It’s been a while since I’ve been around and relatively free on a Sunday, so I suppose now is as good of a time as any for a bit of a brain dump.
My husband is presenting at his department’s morbidity and mortality conference this week, and as the presenter he is responsible for bringing breakfast, so I spent most of today baking in preparation for that. It seems a little ass backwards that he both has to prepare his presentation and food, but it gave me a good excuse to try out a new zucchini bread recipe, so I’m not complaining.
I am, however, complaining that we had to abandon ship and go bake at my sister’s house because we have a massive ant infestation. The great irony in this is that our apartment is cleaner than it has ever been (disclosure, we have someone who comes every 2 weeks to vacuum, mop, dust and clean bathrooms. I realize I don’t work full time and am perfectly capable of cleaning my own apartment- the thing is, I’d rather spend the 2 hours that our lady spends cleaning, playing with my child. I do day-to-day stuff but she does a lot for us and I don’t want to take credit where it’s not due.) and though they are trying to get into my freezer, they never got into the pantry where there were open packages of crackers and cookies. They did get the trash and we just let them be for a little while because we preferred them there to in our food.
The exterminator is coming out to spray on Tuesday, but in order for them to spray we have to remove EVERYTHING from the cupboards and drawers and honestly, I want to pack up the kitchen and move. This is so incredibly frustrating. We are not the only building that has ants (several others are being sprayed this week) and I can’t help but think that if our apartment did prophylactic spraying instead of waiting until there’s a problem that maybe there wouldn’t be a problem. BIG HUGE HEAVING SIGH.
The word Grecian seems completely superfluous to me. I can’t really give a great explanation why, but I much prefer Greek to Grecian.
Last night Elijah slept from 8:45 to 6:45. In case you’re one of those people who likes labels, we can officially file that under sleeping through the night. And in case you’re keeping track, he’s 5 days shy of 8 months. The 8.5 hours of sleep, IN A ROW, that I got, are the most hours of sleep I’ve gotten (in a row or interrupted, I think), in about 8 months. It was magnificent. Seriously. I harbor no delusions of it happening again tonight because we screwed up his naps so mightily, but still, it was a really lovely treat. It was made all the sweeter since just a week ago my MIL was lecturing me about how I had to sleep train Eli or he’d still be waking up to eat until he was 5. Heh.
Today is epiphany, which means also today is King Cake day and just another occasion I’m sad to live so far from New Orleans.
We have our living room gated off now since Eli is mobile-ish (he is the most proficient backwards crawler ever) and it’s kind of awesome because when my cat is attacking Karma, we can kick him out and close the gate. And while he can get in, it takes him a solid 10 minutes to remember how (he’s not very smart, he spends the first 8 or so minutes, repeatedly running at the door, hoping it’ll open. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t) and by the time he gets in, he seems to forget he was doing something. It works far better than spraying him with the spray bottle and doesn’t result in anyone or thing being soaking wet.
Alright, I need to get all my stuff ready for work tomorrow. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season and are ready to get back in the swing of things (if you’re lucky and haven’t already). Have a great week!