Redecorating…

So last night the thumping began much later than normal. I decided to try sleeping with my head at the other end of the bed. It was helpful. I just covered up with the comforter and slept on top of the duvet and sheets. It was only frustrating when my alarm went off this morning and I had to crawl to the night stand.

I may try going to bed before the party starts tonight.

Alright, so last weekend the Pack family was down for a visit. Fanny has two little girls, Packet 1 and Packet 2. Let’s just say the girls were a little excited about the water park. Like been eating Halloween candy for 4 hours kinda excited. They’d had a really hard time going to sleep Friday night and then popped up before the sun was up on Saturday.

The plan was to have an exciting breakfast of cereal before we headed out. Cereal is both fast and will not make you look as fat as a breakfast of bacon, eggs and grits (we had that Sunday morning). Breakfast absolutely needed to be quick. We wanted to get there early. For two reasons:

1. To get lounge chairs as close as possible to the kiddie pool

2. To get lounge chairs as far away as possible from 18 year olds

Neither Fanny nor I had any interest in spending all day looking at teenagers and lamenting the good ole days before cellulite and sagging.

Anyway, the Packets had eaten and were running around doing the best they could at 4 and 3 years old to keep their excitement under control. Hey, I feel their pain. I get that way before a 40% off sale at the Banana Republic Outlet. The adults were still sitting at the kitchen table. Fanny and I deep in to discussing the master cleanse and varying degrees of health based on the study and analysis of one’s pooh when Packet 2 decided it was time to close the door to the guest wing.

With gusto.

Here’s the picture of what my kitchen looked like prior to the Great Door Slam of 2009.

And here’s what it looks like now:

Thankfully, no adults were harmed in the redecorating process. Although Fanny did get hit with some falling frames. The glass shattered every where but Chris was on it with a broom in about 2.3 seconds. Really, he’s all over cleaning up shattered glass. And with tile floors, that happens more frequently than I’d like.

But, I am happy to report Packet 1 took pity on my decorating dilemma and helped by creating her own art work for display. Pretty cute, huh?

Packet 2 helped as well by coloring a stick figure onto my kitchen table. No paper necessary.