Hey all. It's a good day. I'm getting a ton done. And there's a tower of amazing chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen, keeping me company.
Miss Charlotte's birthday is tomorrow. But, last night, when I tucked her in, I told her that her birthday was today -- big oops. In fact, we told her all weekend that her birthday would be on Monday. I didn't realize the mistake till late last night. Shoot. We did consider just rolling with it, but then we would have needed to include her preschool teacher, her brother, and her extended family in the plan -- and that's just too much.
I confessed this morning. She took it well.
Tell me I'm not the only one who has done this?!
It's a busy time, I guess. Charlotte's at a childcare place three afternoons a week for the next two weeks while I prep and move into my new space. (I'm sure this has something to do with my improved productivity.) I miss her little self hanging all over me and monkeying with my projects. Ah well. Two weeks, six afternoons. I can take it.
Check out my new wall. It even has lights. Oh yeah.