A Day Without Baby

I took a day off yesterday to get some things done that I had either been avoiding or hadn't had time. The key to yesterday's task list was no baby in tow. I felt like a bit of a heel dropping Ainsley off at school when I knew I was going to be home all day, but there's a limit to what I can do with her.

So I finally got my car serviced. It had been embarrassingly long since my last oil change. And thank goodness Ainsley wasn't with me because, well how do you entertain an eight month old at a service station? Her affinity for crawling under things probably would have tempted them to put her to work. And her lack of fear of falling into open spaces would have sent her down into the pit, no doubt. Plus my oil cap cracked when they were removing it so I was there about an hour longer while the owner drove to the nearest dealership and bought a new one - which incidentally left me sitting there long enough to decide to ask them to check my brakes; then change my brakes; then change my rotors.

The rest of my day was spent cleaning our bathroom. Really. There was minimal goofing off - you know, after I put away a full can of Pilsbury cinnamon rolls and watched The Price is Right. But after that, there were four full hours of cleaning out cabinets and drawers and scrubbing sink, toilet, and shower. A lot of chemicals were inhaled. A lot of really expired medications were consumed, I mean trashed.

So the myriad of other tasks I had hoped to accomplish didn't get done, but at least I could eat off of my bathroom sink if I wanted to. The funny thing is that I spent the whole day waiting to hear Ainsley crying over the monitor.