Well, I've mostly calmed down about the customer service thing from yesterday - it turns out they didn't send a rebate because we didn't send in a signed contract, but - in ANOTHER flawed logic circle - we didn't send in a signed contract because they didn't send us a contract to sign. Anyway...yeah. I need to step away from that situation for a day or two.
It is finally green around here. Green and yellow (forsythia and daffodils) and other flower-blooming colors. The rain the past few days may have bummed me out a little bit, but the plants are sure seeming to love it. The trees are even starting to sprout leaves. It means spring (and then, soon, summer!) is actually happening! We'll just ignore that there's the possibility of snow today and tomorrow. Plus, it always snows once in April. I just need to accept that fact no matter how hard I wish that this year would be different.
Back at the beginning of the year, I set forth a monthly date night as one of my goals for 2010. We have gotten in a couple of dates, but usually only when we head up to my hometown and my parents are around to watch the Gabbster. Last week, though, Aaron said that he would probably be okay with one of Gabbie's teachers babysitting her so we could have a night out. Well, you better believe I jumped on that opportunity. Tomorrow night Gabbie's favorite teacher is coming to our house and Aaron and I are going out. I can't wait! Now we just have to decide what to do with ourselves for the 2 - 3 hours we have free.
I used to babysit a lot in highschool, and one of my favorite parts about babysitting was raiding the snack cabinet after the kids went to bed. I plan to allow full access to food to our babysitters (goodness knows we have more than enough and can spare some), but here's the problem. Aaron and I are tall people. We can easily reach even the highest cabinets in our kitchen and store all the good stuff in the liquor/candy/junk food cupboard which is one of the highest cabinets we have so the kiddo won't be able to get it until she's at least 13 (which is when I hit my full height). So, even if I tell the babysitter we have coming this weekend that she can help herself to anything, she's short and won't be able to reach the stuff in the cabinet. Do I put some things in the lower cabinet? Or tell her to feel free to drag over a stool? I never foresaw this problem when I arranged our things in our kitchen.