Random useless tidbits

I am off for the week to get Iris used to daycare and train the staff on how to feed her (which is, apparently, a non-issue as they are rocking it which then has me questioning my learning curve when I first had to learn tube feeding...) as well as make sure she's not wigging out the minute we step foot in the room (so far, so good but she does grip me a bit harder when we walk in), but I'm also cranking through the house projects and am a damn site calmer in the evening since I've had all day to collect myself and my thoughts.

Perhaps you would like to know what I've accomplished around here?  I will share with you:

• Oiling all of the wood baseboards and trim and the back of the stairs.  This not only made our stairs downright treacherous, but made my hands greasier than lord knows what.  But our wood shines!  (Heh.  I said "wood.")
• Organizing our office/dumping ground for all miscellaneous whatnot. 
• Washing all of the windows inside
• Dusting and wiping down the wood rods and finials for our window treatments
• Scrubbing the light fixture in our bathroom that had some rust on it due to the scalding hot showers I like to take
• Cleaning out the garage and raking the yard and blowing the twigs off of the driveway
• Touching up paint through-out the house
• Re-doing (new wall hangings, bench with cubbies, sassy pillow, different rug) our back entryway
• Painting the swinging door between our dining room and kitchen

You'd think I was pregnant and nesting (so not), but these are things I've been wanting to do since Iris came home but refuse to spend the 48 hours of Saturday and Sunday to do them; time and energy already being allotted for other things on those days.

So, it feels good to be productive.  It feels like...the old days--when all T and I did were spruce up the joint. 

And here it is only Wednesday!  I am a machine.