I took Friday off so that my mom and I could have a girls' day together. There are about a million things that I'd like to accomplish that day, but I'm thinking that two will get done and 999,998 will have to wait until her next visit. The two things I've prioritized are (1) manicures and pedicures, and (2) a trip to IKEA.
I love IKEA. (No, I'm not being paid to say that.) And I need to do some redecorating. As I have mentioned before, I've been feeling weighed down by the Shrine to John and Stacey that is my home. That is not my life anymore, as much as I wish it could be. No, I don't want to erase all vestiges of that old life, but I also want my house to reflect my new life, the day-to-day that is me and the twins and the little family we are.
I've decided to move my massive, gorgeous, prized wedding certificate from center stage in my living room to a large, empty wall in the twins' room. I'll still see it every day, but it won't be in my face screaming, "Ha ha! Don't you wish you'd gotten to be married longer?" which is what it feels like now. I've got no idea what I'm going to put up in its place, but IKEA might have some kind of reasonably attractive placeholder art that I can put up until I find something more permanent. I also need new bedside lamps; John and I never found anything we liked and the twins broke the ones that we'd been using but had never seemed like the right thing. And the twins need a new craft/play table. I bought a really, really cheap one a while ago, and it's, well, really, really cheap and thus is coming apart.
So IKEA, ho! My mom has good taste, and she's a good balance to my tendency to not buy anything because I can get by with what I have so why spend the money if I don't really NEED to?
It's looking to be a good end of the week/weekend. And that's not even counting Date #4b on Friday! Mr. Coffee and I talked a bit last night on the phone; I'm getting to like the chatting, although it's still hard for me to pick the thing up and dial. In any case, he's got a plan for what he's cooking me for dinner and my mom is being very, very cool with the idea that I am not planning to be home until morning. Despite the fact that I'm 36 and Mr. Coffee is 44 and we have careers and kids and we're truly grown-ups and all, there was something awkward about saying to my mom, "So, yeah, on Friday night when you sit for the twins, how would it be if I didn't come home until after breakfast on Saturday?" Good thing I have a cool mom.
So last night Ms. Maddie did not wake up demanding to sit on the big girl potty. She's still doing great during the day. I'm going to give it a week or so to see how things play out. Maddie and Riley are still in cribs, although I have their toddler beds in the basement ready to go. My only hesitation about putting them in the toddler beds is the FREEDOM. You see, right now, M&R wake up around 6:00 a.m. When do I get them out of bed? Ummmmm, well, yeah, that would be around 7:00 a.m. For an hour (or even more), they are more than happy to chat with each other, jump up and down, look at books, etc., which gives me time to pack our stuff for school/work, take my shower, and get a cup of coffee. I confess that I'm loathe to give up that time, selfish, selfish woman that I am. Sure, I might luck out and get those kids who don't get out of their beds in the morning, but I don't anticipate that happening. I anticipate Riley up in my face at 6:00, if not earlier. Sigh. I suppose I need to start prepping myself for the transition as it will happen sometime, potty training or no.
Here's my question, though. Say I put the kids in their toddler beds and put a potty in their room. Maddie is not at this point capable of pulling her own pants up and down. She usually sleeps in PJs that are stretchy pants and a long-sleeved top. I guess she could sleep in a nightgown, but do I just not put any panties on her? I'm so confused.