Why I am Still Up?

My dear, dear husband, who moved a ton of stuff today, is sound asleep in our bed, snoring like it is an olympic sport.  After numerous elbows to his ribs and no cease fire, I grabbed my pillows and trudged to the guest room.  Thought I would knock out a quick post. It is 12:15 AM.

We have movers scheduled for this Thursday, and we are nowhere near ready to be living in the house.  I haven't even begun to paint P's bedroom or our master.  I had a sitter today for 4 hours and still don't even have one of those rooms fully prepped.  The previous paint job was terrible and I am having to sand, spackle, sand, and then wash down walls.  Feeling a bit frustrated.  Our bookcase, which is primarily built, will be installed tomorrow - can't wait to see!  I am over the renovation phase and would like to move on to the "shop" phase.  I need rugs, curtains, and little pink baby clothes.  Oh, and I need a bed ASAP for Tommy.  I had just put Tommy in his crib for the night and headed to the computer (to sort through a million e-mails).  Tom was telling P a bedtime story and Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (it was Robin Hood and Alice in Wonderland before that). 

THUD.  CRYING

I rush into Tommy's room and sure enough, he is picking himself up off the floor, crying hysterically.  No wounds, and he went right back to sleep.  Now I just need to find time to go to the unfinished wood store and have a bed made to match his current furniture (which I have deemed too boyish to remain in a little girl nursery).  He couldn't have held off escaping for just one more month?

Okay, heading to bed now. 
Goodnight.