It's Lumpyhead's first day of preschool tomorrow, and we're not ready.
I don't mean we're all emotional about the start of our little man's second year of preschool, I mean we are actually Not Ready.
The lunchbox I ordered for him over a week ago hasn't arrived. His only pair of closed-toe shoes are a little small. His "Me Page" - the sheet we are supposed to prepare with pictures of his family and things he likes - isn't ready because we ordered photos too late in the day to get them before 11 am tomorrow.
We have two parents at home - full-time - for the moment, and still can't manage to get our shit together. Our AC broke over the weekend, Bump and I are both cranky from lack of sleep, and I still need to register the cars at the new address.
At least Lumpyhead got a haircut today.
Also, I gave Nathan Jr a bath for the first time in like . . . weeks. (I find that whole Floppy Head Thing nerve-wracking, dammit, so he doesn't get a bath until you can smell the neck cheese from three feet away.)
Oh, and what the hell is up with our netflix queue? Why do I put critically acclaimed films on the list, but once they get here I'm all "But where's Nacho Libre?"