Have fun at dinner, Becky! That's a great deal on the comforter and tablecloth. I'd love to get a new comforter for our bed. The cats have snagged ours so much with their claws it looks pretty ratty.
Actually, I'd love to totally repaint the bedroom, but a) it's way too much work for us to do ourselves and b) DH painted it as a surprise for me before we were married so that when I moved in one room would be "nice" for me. The only problem was that he thought he was getting the right colors, but the numbers were wrong, so it's sort of a dark mustard-y goldenrod on the walls and a deep red on the trim. Looks like a circus tent, frankly. It was supposed to be a pale golden yellow - more of a hint of yellow - with mahogany trim to make it look more like real wood (since he didn't have the time to strip off the paint and refinish the wood).
Oh well. He tried, and he worked hard to get it nice. So I live with it and try to tone down the circus effect of the paint.
Ugh. Owen is really feeling yucky today, but not so sick that he's lethargic. He's just sick enough to be a royal pain in the kiester. (now is that I-before-E in kiester or is that an exception? Spelling isn't my strong point...) Anyway, he's fussy and won't sleep, and then he's fussy because he hasn't slept. He's cranky and won't eat, and then he's cranky because he hasn't eaten. He's a snot faucet but he won't let me wipe his nose. He wants me near him, but doesn't want to snuggle. Wants me to hold him, but then he pushes me away. Wants Daddy, and then has to have me again. Screams for 45 minutes and won't be consoled, and then settles down with Blue's Clues. 10 minutes into BC and he's upset again. BLECH!
Thank goodness it's Saturday and DH is home!!!
We definitely won't make it to the party tomorrow. Owen is just way too much of a pill, and I know from other events with these friends that screaming children are whisked away by their mamas until they settle down, so it would end up being DH socializing (and he's not big on socializing for very long) while I walk Owen around and around a strange neighborhood until he's calm. Such a bummer, but we'll try to schedule some time to see them before she leaves for India to have the baby. (She'll go home to India with their 3yr. old son and have the baby in India and stay with her family until the baby is about 4 months old, and then she'll come back to the U.S. Her DH will come out to see her and stay for about a month after the baby is born.)
If only Owen would just go to sleep, I know he'd feel better. Poor bug, but he is wearing me out with all the crying!