Short week?

People keep telling me they’re glad it’s a ‘short’ week, but it sure hasn’t felt like that for me. I think it might be the sleep deprivation…

Tuesday night is garbage night around here, and we have the loudest garbage trucks you’ve ever heard. And they come in the middle of the night. If the windows are open, there’s no chance of missing them. In any case, I forgot to close the windows and Marshall woke up several times as a result. Although not a big deal, I had to be at the office early on Wednesday to start a 2-day business trip.

That day went well, and I was really looking forward to spending the night at the Lord Beaverbrook Hotel in Fredericton (where we got married, only now it’s called the Crowne Plaza) . For some reason, they were having some sort of problems with the fire alarm, and it kept ringing about every 2 hours – all night long. So that didn’t turn out to be the perfect sleep after all. Today I was in seminar all day, and it was kind of dry. But it went okay. I sure was glad to finally get home and see my little boy.

He was in good hands with Tamara’s sister while I was away (and when I’ve been at work), since Tamara is on an accounting prep course in Halifax (she has all kinds of stories about how that’s going, so I’ll let her post about that).

Marshall is still sprouting teeth, and he’s really walking around now. He is perfecting his balance, so he’s falling down less and less often. It’s so cool seeing him charging around like that, carrying things. He’s going to need his first haircut before too long though, because his bangs are starting to get in his eyes.

Tomorrow, Friday, Stacey heads back to Alberta and I am taking Monday and Tuesday off to take care of the boy. He will start daycare next Thursday for half a day, and then we’re going to the beach with our friends from Montreal if it’s nice. It sure is crazy how fast the summer goes by.