Not enough hours...

So, I'm sitting here eating Hot & Spicy Cheez-its and speckled with paint. At work. The paint came at lunchtime (the Cheez-its are my lunch) as I was furiously trying to finish painting Jack's bathroom. 1 - because it's been a disaster for a month now, after the green/purple wallpaper pulling debauchery, spackling ridiculousness and finally the painting, and 2 - because I'm having a baby shower on Saturday for a friend and why wouldn't everyone go all the way downstairs to use the baby's bathroom? Yeah, I'm sure they will.

So, I've been frantic all week trying to get ready, which is ridiculous. I'm convinced that I need to get new blinds, which is just silly because the 1977 ones that the previous house owners left have been serving their purpose quite nicely. They are orange, brown, and off-white - in other words, a complete shade of shit. I think I may have actually found that in Jack's diaper once. Granted, it hasn't been my first priority - that was taking down the brown plaid wallpaper. And the teapot wallpaper. Oh, did I mention the pink/green nightmare combo? I love my house.

Anywho, I had to use my lunch hour today - which I hate to do. Generally, lunchtime is my time to do whatever. Whatever usually consists of a quick run so that I don't have to do it later on when I need to be spending time with Jack & hubby. I have such guilt about doing things after work - especially without Jack. I have this fear that he will love the babysitter more than me, which I know isn't true and won't ever be true, but the thought is there, sitting on the very back burner of my mind. I know he loves me because he says my name over and over! Mama, mama...he can be looking right at his dad/dog/toy/ and say, "Mama". Does this mean I look manly or like a? It might- somehow I doubt it, I just choose to think it means he loves me the most. :)