Anticipation

Yesterday my router went bad. Of course I didn't realize this until late in the day. I originally thought my connection was down due to our monsoon like weather this year. I called the Internet company and they said they had received a lot of calls form my area of town so a tech was on his way to investigate. Anticipation.

Normally when I put the boys down for their nap I end up falling asleep with G-Man. I do enjoy this time together as I know it won't last long, but when I get up, I realize I got nothing done that needed to get done. Yesterday was different. For some reason I was able to put him down and leave the room. He was so tired he didn't seem to mind either. What am I supposed to do with no Internet?

I emptied the dishwasher and rotated laundry. I put the clean laundry away, which is normally a four day task. I cleaned out closets, rearranged furniture, and prepared for a garage sale. I painted my toes. I read an on line instructional manual for a tool in which I was interested, but up until now, had no time to study. Most importantly, I edited a marketing presentation for a client that had been anticipating it's completion for a while. All while the boys slept.

Last night hubs rigged my access but I was not wireless and only one of us could be on at a time. Once he saw how productive I was yesterday he said he was going to have "scheduled maintenance" on a regular basis. He is funny.

Now it is Friday July 4th and I am anticipating the arrival of my friend Piper. I am happy I had the down time yesterday so I could prepare for her weekend with us. Piper and I have never met in "real life" and I want to make a good impression. Until now, she has been my "imaginary friend" as hubs says, and now our virtual and real worlds are colliding. What I show people on line may look different in real life (you will have to ask her after her trip). So in anticipation of our fab friend staying the weekend with us, I emptied the trash so she wouldn't have to smell soiled diapers in the bathrooms. I put up a couple air fresheners so she wouldn't be subjected to G-Man's new farting past time. I cleaned the sheets on the guest bed; after all it is G-Man's bed and who knows what is on those sheets.

Am I the only one that cleans BEFORE a party or guest arrives?

You should anticipate lots of fun pictures and details of our weekend with Piper! What could be better than two redheads, some PBR, and the river?