All you need is a good pair of heels

The past couple of days flew by so fast, I haven't really had a minute to catch my breath or process. I think my brain is still working so hard when I put my head down, that it takes hours for me to fall asleep.

Friday I babysat for my friend Shandi. Her babysitter went AWOL six weeks ago, and she needed a night alone with the hubby. I tromped over and spent four hours with a three year old and a one year old. After the fact, I can say I respect all single mothers and bow down to your glory. Luckily, half the night was spent in the backyard watching the boys drive around in circles in the three year olds new electric jeep.

By 8, the one year old hit a wall and started wailing. It took half an hour to get him to calm down and into his pajamas, this was after a fake bath because I just didn't have the energy for a real one. Then the three year old wanted to watch a Clifford cartoon. This caused a bit of a problem because I was unable to read the buttons on the Tivo since they had been wore away from use. I couldn't work th thing. I ended up calling the Sumpter-Smiths and having them walk me through it. Kerry just kept laughing, but this was an urgent matter. I didn't want another crying kid.

The three year old finally went down and Shandi came home a while later. We had some wine and I detoxed.

Saturday was just long. I got up early to meet the clock guy. He helped me unpacked my grandfather's grandfather clock and got it running. It started ringing immediately. We looked up the maker and found the clock is from 1760. Not bad. (Editors note: while writing this, i just realized i forgot to wind it this morning, damn)

Then it was off to the grocery store to buy a shopping cart full of food for dinner, hooping class, and finally back home to meet Renu.

The next two hours were a whirlwind of cooking. We made 3 indian dishes and my stove really got a workout. We discovered that if I have all my appliances working at once, this includes the dishwasher, I break the kitchen circuit. Lesson learned. Broke the damn thing like 3 times.

Renu leaves and then I go to baking. I make a blackberry/rasberry pie and a chocolate chip cheesecake. Both come out pretty good. Then people show up. By this point, I have not really sat down since 8 am. By midnight when dinner is over, I am a zombie. I just crash.

I make the mistake of napping on Sunday between cleaning up the kitchen and now have a completely thrown off sleep pattern. Its killing me.

I put on a really cool yet slightly uncomfortable pair of high heels. I'm hoping the pintching keeps me awake through my client meetings this afternoon.