This afternoon I spent the better part of an hour picking out both warm AND stylish outfits for the boys to wear on our weekend jaunt to New Jersey. I folded everything neatly and placed the clothes in the bonus room where I would decide which suitcase to bring once I had packed my things.
During a post bath, Lady Gaga fueled dance psychosis, Big E decided to Swedish Chef all my hard work. I was blissfully unaware of this as I lotioned up Little E and painfully inched him into a pair of footed pajamas.
I falsely believed I was nearing the end of my Thursday to-do list. But, alas, I was not.
I've looked at it long enough. Time to refold and reorganize and pack. New Jersey, here we come!