My plan today is to clean my dentures...

Ya'll. We're old.

There's an on going debate about when it happened but it's now official. Seriously.

Yesterday was a normal day. Got up, fed Pumpkin. Played on play mat. Sat in chair and studied the world. Swung in swing (is that grammatically correct? I can't even tell anymore. Brain is mush). Nap. Somewhere in the middle of that, I left baby with Nana so I could get in a run. Came back from gym. Took shower. Made bed. Left for lunch meeting with my assistant.

Work begins again for me next week. I'm looking forward to it. Mostly. What I'm not looking forward to is the barrage of sob stories I will have to listen to regarding the drama that has occurred in my absence. My assistant and I decided it would be best for us to meet in advance of said sob stories to discuss what actually happened in the past three months. And so we met. Over queso and chips at Fuzzy's. Because let me just tell you, I needed the comfort of cheesy deliciousness while listening to how horrible my staff treated her.

They used code to talk on the phone to each other. Not. Kidding. Somehow, they've created a second language so they could talk while she was around. And foolishly, they assumed she wouldn't notice.

Can someone tell me why they would chose to do that over I don't know, say sending each other an email? Or possibly texting? Why go with a code language?

I feel like after they sat down to create the code they probably brushed the hair on their My Little Ponies and read all about Justin Beiber in Teen Beat.

After lunch, I shook my head in shock and disgust all the way to my next meeting with our marketing director who has decided to leave us and return to the company from which he came. That makes me sad. He leaves Friday. I come back on Tuesday. Felt like we needed to talk before we passed like the proverbial two ships in the night.

That meeting was good.

Immediately upon getting in the car to head home, I called Linda. Because that's what I do. Call Linda. She's taking a much deserved break this weekend and will not be sitting at her desk waiting for me to call her on Tuesday. Wise choice for her. Bad for me. However, she did offer to let me call and interrupt her blissful day of standing in line for southern cooking in the 122 degree coastal heat should I need to vent about the prepubescent insanity I will undoubtedly encounter.

Bless her heart.

Sorry Mrs. Skinny.

When I got home, Pumpkin was asleep. She's an outstanding napper. Mom and I talked. After that came the usual afternoon stuff. Feed. Play. Fuss. Then Alex paid a visit. Rain arrived as in skies opened up. So much for grilling out. On to plan B. Tacos.

Chris got home around 4:30 pm. About 4 minutes after he got here, we all decided we were starving. STARVING. So I started cooking.

We finished eating about 5:30 pm. At which point Chris asked if we were ready to take out our dentures and head to bed.

We all laughed. That nervous laugh when you know someone has just made a joke about something you have either done, would like to do or are currently planning on doing. Because, apart from the dentures, it didn't sound like an all bad plan.

Pumpkin had other thoughts. She wanted to fuss like a champion fusser. She finally went down around 8:00 pm. And there the three of us sat in the living room listening to the rain. Yawning. Chris said, well, I'm ready for bed. Mom and I responded by jumping out of our chairs in a race to see who could get to sleep first. By 8:30 pm, the house was silent with all of us tucked into our beds and snoring peacefully.

What made yesterday so exhausting, I'm not sure. Perhaps the drama is more draining than I remember. Or maybe I'm just out of practice.

I can confirm, however, that the adults were not the only ones feeling it. Pumpkin slept all night with only one feeding. I got her up this morning, fed her about half her bottle, changed her diaper and then she feel asleep in my arms. She'd only been awake about 45 minutes. That's a record. She's now snuggled in her crib sleeping like a rock.

Mom and I actually discussed going back to bed. But since we slept nine hours last night, we felt that might be a bit much. And perhaps that would require us to go ahead and place that order for dentures.