An up day

Or, Maybe It's The Unopened Sleep Meds In My Possession!

Marty is finishing up a three-day weekend. And on the third day, we finally got some packing done. One tiny box; one old medium old potato box; and half of one "house" (according to Drew)-sized box. All from our bedroom. And it barely looks like we touched it... *insert manga crying gif here*

Marty did measure ... like, everything, though. And I did go grocery shopping ($223 after coupons - please let the record show I wasn't particularly passionate about

[new blog title: Not Particularly Passionate]

qualifying for the free $25 gift card with $250 spent, this time. Probably had something to do with the shopping trip being less than 24 hours after we figured we only had $60 for groceries until next week (alack, we must let the CCS payment slide, for now). I enjoyed the trip, especially paying only $4.83 for three prescriptions, including the new one (Zopiclone) Dr. Chen prescribed me yesterday. Yay for finally getting our health insurance billing fixed! We sign forms! We mail them in! There ain't nothing we can't do!!

When I returned home from the store, Marty had run Robie (our Roomba), and the piano (& corresponding end tables) had been moved so that we actually had a living room again. I love me some pianie, but I felt kind of at a loss there for two days, not having much room to loll around on the floor with my children. I pretty much got right to work in the kitchen, cleaning out the pantry of ingredients for granola a la Jamie UhwhatsisfaceCookGuy Ohyeah Oliver. That bumped up against preptime for dinner, so I ended up spending a grand amount of time in the kitchen.

Facebook status update: Wish I had a SLAP-CHOP(tm). Dinner prep would have likely been cut by at least half an hour, had I not needed to chop onions into tiny stupid bits.

The granola turned out (afaict) grand - will test with cold milk (as JO suggests ["is brilliant"]) in the morning. And the shepherd's pie, from allrecipes.com, was delicious! Thanks to Celia, for answering my call for help while I was in the produce aisle; yam mixed with

[Seinfeld interruption: Mr. Peterson: "Damnit, Elaine, that's not him, it's the yam-yam talking" (sic) (right? do i use 'sic' in this instance, for a paraphrase?)]

mashed potato made a delicious and more nutritious topping.

And then we watched hockey (6-2 Canucks over Penguins, yeehaah), we put Leila to bed, Marty bathed Drew, and I cleaned the kitchen (oh gross counter - I'll post a pic someday, after we move, so the yuckyness isn't so fresh and disturbingly close to me), and now alls that's left to do is de-Drew the living room and go to bed. 'Cept Leila just began moaning. Oh, and crying now. Gotta go.