Am I tired?

Yes I am.

It's really interesting, I've been doing these memory games and so on and so forth on Lumosity to try and improve my attention, etc.

I've actually gotten worse.  Dumber, if you will.

That said, Peanut is great, Peanut#2 is great, but not REALLY sleeping all that super well except during the day, so there's some co-sleeping and some Dad-stays-up-and-plays-Xcom-While-rocking-peanut, which is fun.

The cats are dumb, that's a fact.  Did I mention that our eldest cat finally passed away, after a short-ish illness?  Well she did, and we miss her, but she was pretty done.

We had her previous owners come by to say goodbye, which was an excellent way to tie up loose ends.

In which I am uncharacteristically emotional

The Chatelaine is teaching Peanut our actual names, and I have objected to this without plumbing the reasons.

Well I plumbed, and here's the reason:

I have spent some 14 years in the company of a child who called me by my name, and I have earned, I think, the privilege to be referred to by title, and I will defend it.

So there's that.

What I did: (as of today)

 What I said  I would do: (in 2011)

Nailing it!

The Project Manager has been away for four days, and I'm doing ok! Actually, better!

The house is clean, the laundry's done except that the cats celebrated new bedding by barfing on it, the baby is clean and fed and in day care on time.

ALSO, I have written way ahead on my campaign, I have not used the car in 2 days, I haven't had a drink in two days, this is weird!

I can't wait for her to get home, but how do I keep this productivity up?

Second Peanut is on its way!

So we have another baby on the way, due exactly at the same time as my sister's birthday, which is, in and of itself, lovely.

We're a little freaked about the physical arrangement of the house, but with The Boy turning 18 next year, his room will become available.  We may move up there ourselves and keep the second floor for children, or we may move the children into our room and take the small room as our own, who knows!

I do need to do something to get more heat up there, but that's not a huge concern initially.  I mean, there's enough heat up there now, but only barely, and it's electric not forced air, etc.

The Project Manager is well, no illness apart from some fatigue, which is also totally unfair to other moms, but that's ok, too.

Peanut is in great shape, though she's not a big baby by any means.  She walks, she says some words, she signs some other words... it's fun.

Also, the cats are dumb.

Tired

I feel like a real parent!  Peanut is teething pretty badly, so her sleep is all messed up.  So my sleep is also all messed up.  It is the suck.

I brought her in with us last night.  The sequence of her sleep was: Put in soother and go to sleep; Be unable to breath because mucus and take out soother; cry, have sore teeth and want to chew on something; start over

But she sure is cute.

All quiet

It's 6:30, which is the smack dab middle of the hour between when I wake up and when The Project Manager and Peanut wake up.  It's very quiet, only the dumb cats are rampaging around.  The eldest, the flat headed cat, is totally deaf these days, but she's doing fine otherwise.

Work on the house is coming along fine, and we're slowly working our way through one room at a time to finish things.  That means that today I should get some paint onto some crown moldings before I get them installed... -goes to check whether he has white paint- I have white paint.

So if I can get even a little painting done while Peanut has her nap, that will be awesome.  I have to paint while she naps because the painting takes place in the garage, right?  Thus is my life.

Tonight is also the Project Manager's staff Christmas Party, which is so like Fezziwig's Christmas Party as to blow your mind.

So that's what is what!

Oh wait, work.  Work is totally awesome.  We're restructuring a bit, and giving me a bit more responsibility.  But like just a tiny tiny bit.

Peanut can walk, though she's nervous about it, she can say a lot of things but only in her own language, and she still sleeps like a boss.