Missplacing the loaf of bread....

I made a PB&J sandwich for Johnny yesterday morning to send in his lunch. The fact that I actually remembered to make a lunch in the morning rather than waiting until he was starving at 2pm is remarkable. And I was careful to put the lunch bag by the front door so he would remember to take it. What happened after that, I don't recall. All I know is that we were in a frenzy to get to birth class last evening after lounging on the couch after work for 1 hour, only to find that "the loaf" was missing. The only idea I could come up with for dinner was to make grilled cheese sandwiches. I know I know. My poor husband. The cooking in our home has slipped to the bare minimum this week. I just don't want to be bothered with thinking and planning and grocery shopping. Can't do it this week. So, grilled cheese sounded like a gourmet option compared to frozen meals. He loves grilled cheese and was like a lion on the prowl after I told him I couldn't find "the loaf". We both dug through every nook of the fridge and in every cabinet only to find no bread. What a weird feeling. I lost my bread.
I found it this morning above the stove. Not sure how it got there or what I was thinking when I put it there.

I've been freaky...

I'm trying to reel it in. I think I've done pretty good over the past several days. But ever since I've been enlisted to "register" for baby gifts for upcoming showers, I have been scarily engrossed in "figuring out" baby stuff. What stroller, car seat, bedding, high chair, pack n play, exercauser, bouncy seat, sling, diaper bag, etc etc etc? The list is endless. The options are endless. The prices are horrific. And somehow ALL this stuff seems sort of unneeded to the extent babys r us seems to make it seem so NECESSARY. My head was spinning for weeks on end. I think it's slowing down a bit. I am more at peace. I can make decisions. All will be ok. I'll wheel my $200 stroller till the wheels fall off.