Quiet down, cobwebs

*There are seven blog posts sitting in my list of posts in draft form. At least seven, that is. There may be more on the second page. At least one of them is about how I am ridiculously anal and/or OCD about lots of stupid things. Which explains why I can't seem to perfect that post to such a degree that it's worth posting.

*I have, more than once in the past month or so, stayed up way past my bedtime for no good reason. Tonight, however, I spent almost two hours in my kitchen, cleaning and scrubbing. You know that little jingle, "Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow, for babies don't keep, I've learned to my sorrow ... so quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep. I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep"? (No? Never heard it? It was printed on my mom's favorite tea mug growing up, and I read it over thousands of times... it will be in my brain forever. But I digress.) That only goes so far. I do love rocking my baby, and hugging my big boy, but I also do love my kitchen to be neat and orderly. The state of my kitchen is a strong indicator of my mood. Just ask Josh.

*I bought a squeegee for $1.99 at TJ Maxx the other night on one of my mom getaway nights. I love, love, love it. I absolutely detest cleaning windows, but using a squeegee is fun! Especially since it actually works. I can't wait to try it out on the inside of my windshield. *Shudder.*

*Speaking of mom getaways, Josh totally recognizes that I am rather prone to going out of my mind, and very, very regularly gives me carte blanche to get the heck out of Dodge and do whatever I see fit. I often end up at TJ Maxx or Target. I generally don't spend much money, but I always come home sort of inspired. Like when I bought that squeegee. :)

*I am losing my hair like it's my job. I am actually losing my hair to a frightening degree. I lost an unbelievable amount of hair after Ben was born, and I feel like it is worse this time around. I actually feel a little bit sick about it when I comb my hair after my shower. I looked at a picture of myself with Ben the other day when he was 9 months old, and I had about 1-inch spikes of hair sticking up all along my part. I am guessing that's a few months' worth of growth? Which means I have a few more months of hair loss ahead of me. I'm starting to sweat just thinking about it. Or maybe that's the pellet stove.

*I got an e-mail from Beech-Nut today informing me that my child is 5 months old, and that it would be a good time to introduce the cup. Wait, what? My child is ...what? Five months? Holy crap, where did the time go? And yeah, no. We're nowhere near introducing the cup. The child hasn't even had rice cereal yet. I could go into more detail about that, but I cover it in one of my draft posts. You'll have to cross your fingers that I publish that one soon.