Well, my mother-in-law came to visit for a couple of days. It was fine, but that's the sort of thing that always causes me loads of stress.
Then there was Father's Day weekend -- we celebrated my husband with donuts and a trip out for hamburgers.
Sunday night, I hit a wall for a bit. I seemed to have a bit of a bug. I took a nap, which is a rarity, and then I was all wrong all evening. It was unfortunate.
Yesterday the baby and I went swimming. I decided on that on Sunday night when I was out of sorts. Because swimming is so much fun.
If she wakes up before it's over, we've got an afternoon activity planned for today. I'm not sure if we'll get much out of it, except out of the house.
I almost didn't know about that activity because my phone ate my calendar. I spent kind of a long time putting everything into said calendar and then it disappeared. The events themselves are not going to change the world, but they're probably all actually a lot of fun. The stuff that's mostly not fun doesn't make the calendar.
(My husband: is it backed up?... as though we just met. No. It's never backed up. I do make a point to back up the pictures regularly. Otherwise...)
The not fun stuff includes a trip to the grocery store for which I wrote the list on Sunday. Last night we had lentil soup for dinner. That was really the end of the pre-planned meals.
After breakfast and lunch today, the crisper contains broccoli and celery. Not even a carrot. The fruit basket is down to oranges and the smallest plum I ever saw. I could probably pull together a frittata for dinner tonight, actually, but I need to just go to the store before it's breakfast time and I'm wandering around the kitchen being confused by the lack.
My cupboards are hardly bare. I shop in the bulk bins, after all. But it's pretty sparse anyway.
So hopefully, since I am already dressed after my trip to the vet this morning, we will make the afternoon activity and then on to the grocery store.
The fourth tooth has emerged. Based on tense chewing of things, raspberry blowing, and general fragility, I would say the fifth one is coming. I slept in the crib with the baby for some unspecified period of time last night. Because she was having a very hard time staying asleep without me, and getting me out of the crib is easier than getting her into it after she's asleep enough to carry on without a cuddle.
The poor dog is not well yet. She and I went to the vet (again) this morning for more urinalysis and to pick up her new prescription food. We all feel terrible for her. That trip to the vet? Also not on the calendar.