Hey, you know where I am today? Paris? No. A fabulous spa? No. Trapped in Cinderella's castle with no hope of escape until I retract every horrible thing I've ever said about Disney? Slightly more likely, but still no. Indeed, I am stuck in my windowless basement with a two year old while every square inch of my house that is not part of said basement is painted something other than cheap, boring and peeling white or retina-burning pink. With a two year old.
By 10:00 we had blown through all the snacks, read all her books, built an elaborate train track complete with eight tunnels, played with all the other toys, and looked at every picture of a cow to be had on Flickr. I was considering reading to her from the 2001 Almanac, but then Mia discovered a set of kids cds that she hadn't seen in a while and also discovered that I had brought her (pink, Barbie, it was a gift and she loves it) cd player down from her room and she pretty much entertained herself until lunch by putting a cd in, hitting play, listening to five seconds of music, and then switching to a new cd.
And now, because I have the most fabulous, amazing, beautiful and truly impressive child on the planet, she is actually racked out and snoring on her old crib mattress on the floor in the other room. (Not the storeroom, the other other room. Sheesh, what kind of mother do you think I am?)
The painters will be here until at least 7:00, but if the universe loves me Chris will be home by the time Mia wakes up and we can blow this pop stand in favor of a trip to the most perfect place in all the world, Target. The painters will be back bright and early tomorrow, but Chris is working from home so hey, who wants to have me over? I'll be there at 10:00.