the party's over...

Time to clean up the booze bottles and get my underwear off the lamps.

Joe-Henry comes home tomorrow.

I'm a little mad at myself that I didn't go get my hair cut like I wanted to, nor did I visit a spa. But I did see two movies with my husband, the last one tonight. "Once". It was such a little gem of an indie movie. I loved it so much, and we had a brilliant time together. There've been times in our daily routine when I wondered what we'd talk about if we were alone together. I mean besides Joe-Henry. Turns out we can still have normal, witty adult conversation, and I fell in love with him all over again.

I painted JH's room (yellow, his favorite color), and painted his dresser and side table (bright blue), and managed to clear out one giant moving box full of toys as well as a large trash bag full of stuffed animals. Don't worry - he still has more than enough, and he did just spend the week with Grandma and Grandpa, so I'm pretty sure they had to fill an extra suitcase to bring it all home. My mother-in-law asked me today why we didn't take more of his clothes home with us when we left, so they could fit all the toys in one bag. I said, "because there is no way, even if I took home ALL his clothes that he'd make it home with everything in one bag after a week with Grandma and Grandpa." Their job is to spoil him rotten, and they do it very, very well.

So, time to get the nose back to the grindstone. The ol' routine. Cooking, cleaning, keeping him busy. Better dust off all my "No's", and practice my best firm mommy voice (even though I did use it on Charley a few times, to great effect!).

The first thing I'm going to do is smell his hair.