Delightfully, I slept until 10:30am this morning! I think because loud mouthed Big Kid was out of the house, or maybe because I had sweat soaked nightmares all night and needed more sleep so it would count as resting. Regardless, that was nice.
I guess Mr. Ashley called Em's house this morning to check on Big Kid. Upon hanging up, LK told Big Kid that his dad had just called.
Big Kid: I'm not goin' home. Tell him not to pick me up.
LK: Oh, he was just calling to check on you.
Big Kid: I'm not gonna go home yet. I'm not ready. Tell him to stay dere.
LK: No one is coming to pick you up yet, he just wanted to see how you are.
Big Kid: Okay, dest so he knows I'm not comin' home yet. I'm not ready.
So I guess it is going well. Around 10pm last night, Big Kid walked up to LK, gave her a hug, told her he was really tired, and put himself to bed. He has been cracking out on their Baby Einstein collection, but otherwise the whole event seems like it has been pretty painless for everyone involved.
I have a maternity shoot tomorrow afternoon, a family beach shot Saturday evening, senior announcements and prints to order, and the laundry couch isn't even identifiable as a couch anymore...more like a couch shaped pile of laundry. Also, my pantry STILL isn't put back together. (I know, that last part is embarrassing to admit.)
Most importantly, I have so much in my brain to get out to you all, that I feel as if I'm going to burst. I have to tell you that I'm going green (and you are too, I know it sucks, we're busy, we don't want to, but it is time), about several great new products I've encountered, I STILL want to show you the pics from Catfish's dad's benefit and believe it or not, Em's birthday party (Yeah, that was January), I still want to share my Real Housewives opinions and various other outdated opinions I know that you are dying to hear.
It's like I need a whole week JUST to blog.
But my clients and the laundry couch and my sleep schedule (I've been going to bed at human times lately, this is very inconvenient for the closet), don't understand that I NEED some freaking time with you all.
Tomorrow, I'm thinking of waking up, and cleaning for ONE HOUR STRAIGHT. Yuck. I know. I like my 15 minute increments better, but they are getting me nowhere quick. Maybe if I can catch up on crap around here in a major way, I can have at least one day next week of doing nothing but sitting on the couch and talking to you all.