Girls Day In

Little Eliza Skye has been keeping me company

today while I try to get this house back in order;

it's covered in dust from the front stoop and stairs

demolition/reconstruction, plus the laundry was 

piled up so high that Angelica Pinkerton got lost 

in it for a few hours.  So instead of joining my 

lunch group for the $10 salad and gourmet pizza

special at Bin 14, I chose to enjoy the world from

within and slung open the rear screen door to let 

the cool breeze blow while I make an attempt at

domesticity.  So far, so good - the bed's been

stripped and washed and re-made, which is a 

Herculean task in and of itself.  

While I cleaned, Eliza chilled in her Mamaroo

 and played with her Taggie ball.  Content, we both 

went about our business until I heard the bells of her 

ball signify its fall to the floor and lo and behold,

she was fast asleep and has been for the past two hours.

Naps are a rare thing for Miss E these days

but I don't ever complain since she sleeps

13 hour nights away in the fashion of her father.

Also, I usually have her on the go during the day,

lunching with the girls, picnicking by the pier,

and even listening to violin strings, as she did

yesterday at the 5th Street Philharmonic concert

hosted by our amazing friend Valerie, whose

own momma was the one delighting the wee

babes during her all request concert.

Some days, however, I feel it's best for E

spend the day at home, the place she knows 

best and where she feels most safe and secure.

I admit that now and again, a tinge of guilt

flares from making her adjust to my lifestyle

instead of me adjusting to hers so when it does,

we spend our version of a girls day out, in.

Before I go stuff pillows into cases, I want to 

share a few things with you that are on my 

mind today and I think I'll do it in list form:

A random email from my best bloggy friend 

in Alaska that put a huge smile on my face.

Kristin Hannah's latest, Night Road, that

I've been listening to while strolling with E.

An accepted offer on my house in PA that is so

 far below what I paid for it over a decade ago

that it pains me almost to the point of tears.

A second offer from the buyer who first insulted 

Matty and me (by offering $100,000 less than

what we paid and $69,000 below asking) 

that we have countered with a final offer -

take it, or leave it because we don't need to move.

An additional six months of maternity leave

that my husband has so graciously afforded me

because he can't imagine leaving E with anyone else.

Sunshine.  Glorious sunshine.