1724 Snoooooooretastic

Saucy Scale: 8

We get our milk delivered every week from Oberweis Dairy.  It is wonderful, clean, & delicious milk packaged in glass bottles.  When I was carting baby Gus to the grocery store, I was scared that I’d drop those glass bottles, so I opted to pay the charge for home delivery.

Every Monday afternoon I get an email reminder about our next delivery.  I have until 10pm Monday night to edit or cancel the 4:00 am Tuesday delivery. 

Because their website is a wee bit tedious, I choose to keep a very full "grocery cart" all the time.  More product than we could ever use in a given week.  Which means that every Monday I need to go in and edit our order (which is easier than filling the cart each week).

If I look in the fridge and see we’ve got way too much milk, I use the "Vacation Hold" feature to skip this week’s delivery.

There has only been one (maybe two) times that I’ve messed up the order management on a Monday night.  So, the following Tuesday morning our milkbox was crazy full!

Because the boys have been all kinds of boogery, and milk is a mucinoid (aka: Mucus Maker),  we’ve not been drinking much this week.  So, I opted to use the Vacation Hold this week.

Our bedroom is right over the front porch…so whenever our milkman makes his VERY EARLY morning delivery, our dog let’s out a protective little growl.  We shush her and everyone goes back to sleep.

At 4:15 this morning Baby Girl let out her standard growl – which woke us up.  We heard some dude outside talking.  Which in my mind meant that I’d messed up the milk delivery hold…and that our milkbox would be more than a little full this morning – as in a majorly huge milk delivery!  I was wide awake now.  And more than a little perturbed about the milk.  I lost a good hours worth of sleep at a minimum.  (As if I can spare this kind of snooze time!)

TBU sleepily said the sweetest thing, "just give it all away" – which in his sleepy stupor was very kind as I was kicking myself for messing up.

Turns out, when TBU steeled himself for the abundance of milk to be hauled to the fridge…the box was empty.  We have no idea who was outside our door chatting at 4 in the morning, but he (thankfully) wasn’t bringing us milk!  I’m still kinda ticked about losing that hour of sleep, though!

Wow…that was a really long way of saying that I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t get back to sleep.

Before getting knocked up this time around, I volunteered…wait, let’s be honest…I practically ran for office…to run the donation side of the nursery school’s annual gala.  Now I look at my Google Calendar and see that…oh yeah, I’ll be 36 weeks pregnant on the night of the gala.  Good Times.

You know, the last time I chaired an auction I was in this same boat…only I was preggers with Gus.

In two years when I start talking about chairing a fundraiser, please stop me.  It means I’m about to get knocked up again.

I’ve been pondering a diatribe about sippy cups, but I think I better wait to bore you to death another day.  I’ve wasted my snoozefest entry for the day.

Mama really wants a pickle.  How horribly stereotypical of me.  The only thing we’ve got is pickle relish…and I’m not that pathetic…yet.

Ok…off to rustle up something nutritious for Gusser and Mattson’s lunch.