Rough morning

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OK, so this morning was probably rough partly because of the last few days.  About two weeks ago, a lady at my church died.  She was 95 and in a nursing home.  Apparently she also had a giant house FILLED with stuff that she and her husband had accumulated over the years (he passed years before).  We went to help the daughters, who are also up there in years, to pack everything up.  Come to find out, the daughters live in NY, so they aren't taking much back with them, and the will stipulated that they cannot sell anything they don't take.  They can donate it and someone else can sell it, but they can't.  So they were just giving us a bunch of stuff.  I'm talking two UHauls and two SUVs worth.  (I got a solid mahogany china cabinet!)

Anyway, this has all happened so quickly that my mom's house sort of became our dumping point for the stuff they gave us.  Stuff is literally everywhere.  We were exhausted yesterday after moving all that junk, so DH, DD, and I stayed at her house. 

This morning Emily, who has been sleeping until 8, decided to get up at 5.  I brought her downstairs and instantly was like, "oh crap, where do I even let you play?!"  She wanted to play with all of the sparkly glassware.  Apparently my tired brain did not think this through yesterday...

I got her in the highchair with some avocado and Cheerios, and went to pour her some juice.   I knocked a full jar of pickles in the floor and it broke into a bazillion pieces.  I promptly stepped on a piece and cut my foot, because, you know, you gotta be barefoot in situations like that!

I cleaned it up as best I could and came back to Em, only to find her STANDING UP in her high chair and turned around backwards looking at me.  AHHH!  I grabbed her, internally shrieking at myself for stupidly leaving her alone in the high chair, so incredibly grateful that she didn't do a kamikaze plunge.  I blame early morning fuzzy brain.  Maybe a dash of pregnancy brain thrown in.  

I came over to the computer, sure it must at least be almost time for her nap.

Nope.  It had been 30 minutes since she got up.

 

 

reinedecajun

Oh no, sounds like a rough morning. Bright side, you have a solid wood china cabinet!

I have the same issue with Frankie standing up in his high chair, I can't buckle him in because he screams! Im going today to get a tray for his bumpo seat...that's the only thing I can think of that he won't be able to stand up in.