small victories.

I am showered and dressed. My baby is fed, changed, happy, and sleeping. My bed is made. My floors have been swept, vacuumed, AND mopped. My living room has been dusted. My laundry has been washed AND dried AND folded AND put away. My bathrooms smell pleasantly of clorox (except the bathtub, which desperately needs to be scrubbed. ewww...don't tell!). My Christmas presents are all purchased, and almost all wrapped. I'm having company for dinner, and it is simmering on the stove. I bought this infant carrier, though I was doubtful that I'd actually be happy with it, since everyone says Baby Bjorn is the way to go. Ambrose seems to love it. And, you know what? Even if he hates it tomorrow, it was worth $20 to get my house clean AND not have him be lonely or crying while I did it. *sigh* I feel triumphant.