Sunday, I got to have 4 whole daytime hours to myself (it's the longest I've ever been away from C.S. during the day). I went to a "paint your own ceramics" place with a friend. I forgot to take a picture of my masterpiece so you will have to look at the bowl the whole family painted last October instead. I promise to share my piece when it's finished being fired.
I finally got rid of a huge box full of baby things that were cluttering up the basement this week. Free.cycle makes me so happy because it's out of my house and going to someone who really does want it.
Books are making me happy this week. C.S. has been wanting to nurse a lot lately and since she's my last baby, I'm not discouraging her. (there is no toddler "nurse and go" thing happening here) It's nice to have the time to cuddle but I've also been taking advantage of the quiet time to read. I read for pleasure so I read mostly chick-lit/romance, but it makes me happy so who cares.
(Board books, schmord books, I'm going straight to paperbacks.)