okay, so this was mmy weekend
Thursday night, Darra came up to stay, I felt like crap. She gave Ally a bath for me. Yay. we talked a while, and everyone went to bed. She had to go to a nearby hospital for work the next day, and planned on soming back and spending the evening with Ally and I (even though Rob was at work. I'm so glad I don't have one of the annoying as hell mother-in-laws that some people have. I actually like mine. I did have to tell her not to fold dirty clothes though. She's at the house often enought that I couldn't let it go anymore. Darra I love you, but dirty clothes get wadded up and thrown in the dirty clothes pile or basket or something. Every time you leave, I have to wander around the house trying to figure out what's clean and what's not. (She says they take up less space in the laundry basket if they're folded.) I'm not a super-house-cleaner, and laundry sometimes sits around for a week. I'm pregnant, and can't remember what we've all worn since the last time I did laundry. She took it well, and I hope I didn't offend her and she's not telling me, but I really couldn't take it anymore) Anyway... (Have any of you seen that episode of Friends where Phoebe goes off on this long crazy tangent and everyone looks at her like she's crazy, and then she gets done and Rachel is trying to find something to say. Then Ross says "I believe the word you're looking for is 'Anyway...'? Rob uses that around the house a lot. I go off on tangents a lot. Now where was I?)

Anyway... Friday morning, Darra convinced me to go in late. She didn't have to leave for work until 10, so she played with Ally and let me go back to sleep. I slept too late and forgot to call in, so everyone at work was worried about me, and caled me at home. Really, I'm just pregnant. Nothing is likely to go wrong. I've done this before. They thought I was lying in a puddle of blood on the floor dying or something. I don't at all remember what we did Friday night. I think we just sat around and played and talked. It was uneventful.

Saturday, Darra was planning on leaving around 5 or so, and let Rob and I run around without the baby in the morning. We went looking at floors. Aren't we pathetic? We get a babysitter, and we go look at laminate floors. (God, I don't even want to be our friend.) Remind me to tell you about the floors some time. It'll be nice and boring just like the rest of my life. Then we all decided to go shopping. Darra was looking for something - I just can't remember what. Have I mentioned my memory is shot? I can't recall - and we were gonig to look at dressers to replace the one that used to be in Ally's room. It was much larger than was needed. And, Darra wanted to get some paint at Walmart to paint the letters that she bought for Ally's room (A-L-L-Y) and buy us a fake tree to put in the "money" area of our house. She's wants to fung-shway-ing the house (I know that's spelled wrong. Whatever) and we would like to have a tree so it works out great. The trip out took much longer than planned, and took a very different course. We ended up buying 3 dressers (little 3-drawer one) and they are in our room. And a corner computer desk. We'll probably go back and get 2 more of the dressers (1 for each kid) but they were all out. So we got home about 7 and it was too late for Darra to go home, so we plopped Ally down in front of the Dora videos and went to the garage to put everything together. Every time a Dora would end, Ally would yell "Mommy, Daddy, Mommy, Daddy" and we would say "Another Dora is coming on" and she'd be wonderfully happy and repeat that to herself until the next episode started. Poor kid. But we got stuff put together, and the next morning, we got stuff moved out and the new stuff moved in, and then we went bad to the evil Walmart and bought 2 small filing cabinets, and a shelf, and had to put them together too. My god it was tiring.

Here's the amazing part. (At least I think it was Sunday night. Have I mentioned my memory is shot?)

Rob gave Ally a bath that night

This is only news becuase I can count on one hand how may times he's done that (or at least I could if I kept track of such things so exactly. Does anyone know how to count to a miniscule amount?) Granted, I did have to go in and piss her off wash her hair, but since I was in charge of putting things back together in the disaster that is now our room, I had other things to do during the rest of bath time. I'm not even going to complain that he didn't bother to wash thte bath crayon off the bathtub before he got her out. Not very much at least, because that is a very small price to pay for having him help with bath time.

Anyway, that was our weekend. Here comes another one

P.S. I forgot to tell you. Ally's sleep schedule was so screwy that she slept in until 9:15 Saturday morning, and 8:20 Sunday (And we were making a lot of noise that probably woke her up Sunday) No nap Saturday, and a 3 hour nap Sunday. Weird. She has never slept that late in her life!