Operation Boss Man

{Not sure why blogger is making my spacing all funky...sorry.}

 Paul has been in Cincinnati all week and comes home tomorrow.  He always brings his girls a treat whenever he travels.  You know, a shower cap for me, a comb for Elena.   Gotta luff him.   

His boss from NY has been traveling with him and is coming to check out our crib and take us out to dinner tomorrow night.   Totally stressing about where to go with a boss and a baby.  And as far as the casa?  I've done nothing to prepare, other than fill the wine rack.  Pretty sure it'd be bad for business if my whiskey tango self offered the guy a pull from my wine cube in the fridge.  I might as well just offer him a forty of Olde English.  #thisonesformyhommies #sorryihadto


The only chance any of my to-dos are gonna get done is if they jump off my list and bitch slap me in the face themselves. 

  I have been such a procrastinator lately.  I thought working out was supposed to make you have more energy {someone kindly remind me I've only been back at it for 3 days. #realitycheck}. I swear, once Elena is in bed I am good for nothing.  Except eating, drinking and reality TV watching. All I want to do is continue my search for the end of the internet  decompress.  Not put away laundry.  Not hang the picture wall.  Not dust or vacuum.  And when Elena is up?  Forget it.  All I want to do is watch her, play with her, savor her.  I mean look at this face? 

So I'm actually hoping for some rain and clouds tomorrow.  It is the only way Operation Boss Man will go down successfully.  Pray for me.  And maybe, just maybe I'll pull it off.