Mr. Ashley went to look at his friend's new baby.
3 hours ago.
It's an 8lb baby, what could take 3 hours??
The hospital is *maybe* 15 minutes away.
I have bought NOTHING for the V-day party and was planning on doing it all when he got back. It is now 7:00pm, I haven't even gotten the opportunity to shower and my only shopping option is going to be Wal-Mart by the time he moseys on home.
AND the kids are annoying the crap out of me.
I was feeling good about the party, but now...not so much.
Not so much at all.
Edited to add: While I typed this, little kid dragged a kitchen chair over to the oven (I thought for a muffin, whatever) and grabbed a stick of butter and mushed it all up, all in his hair, all over my kitchen, and everything else. He's taking his 2nd bath of the day right now.
I'd post a picture but I'm too busy wanting to scream or cry, not sure which.