Today has been one of those days that makse me think my little family unit could have hope. Hope, that is, of becoming real live productive people all the time. We were fairly slovenly yesterday, save a trip to the urgent care clinic for me. I have an ingrown fingernail of all things, and was about a day away from a staph infection, I fear. I got some ginormous antibiotics, some greasy ointment and the nice doctor removed the offending piece of fingernail (rather painlessly!), so I'm much better, thanks.
Marcus got up before Dean and me this morning, unloaded the dishwasher and made coffee. Dean woke me up at 7:51 (OMG ALMOST 8 O'CLOCK!!!!!!!!) and we went down for our milk and coffee. We browsed the sale ads on the computer, our morning routine of late, then got dressed. Marcus left for work, Dean and I went to Chick-Fil-A for a little breakfast and playtime. We then headed to the grocery store to buy the ever-important Thanksgiving turkey bird and ingredients for all that other stuff I've decided to make. Dean actually sat in the cart today, making it a much easier trip. (That may or may not have had something to do with the fact that I promised him a Cars 2 balloon if he was a good shopper. Whatever it takes, people.)
We got home, put up our food, played outside, did 2 loads of laundry, made some tomato sauce, painted a picture, made some snowflakes, then enjoyed a simple but tasty spaghetti lunch, all before 12:30.
And now, I shall collapse.
EDITED TO ADD: I totally cursed myself by writing this. Not 20 minutes after I hit "publish," a horrific wave of nausea hit me. I can only imagine it is a result of the ginormous antibiotics. Know who doesn't understand the phrase, "Mommy's sick at her stomach?" The 3 year old who keeps trying to sit on my head.