I’m in love… with a piece of furniture.
Angel went on Saturday morning to pick up our new La-Z-Boy rocker. So let me break down how the rest of the weekend went after:
Saturday 2pm: Rocker arrives at house. Momma-to-be (me) is out bringing lunch to her brother.
Saturday at 4pm: Momma-to-be arrives home to new, gorgeous, rocker/recliner in the loft in front of the TV. It’s love at first sight.
Saturday at 5pm: Momma-to-be texts family:Saturday at 6pm: I’m joined by a guest:
Saturday at 7pm: Starting to get hungry. Still unwilling to move for food.
Saturday at 7:05pm: Baby disagrees. I move for food.
Saturday at 8pm: Back in the chair, back watching HBO. This is the start of a wonderful romance.
Saturday at 9pm: Chair seems to do the job…
Saturday at 11pm: Chair seems to do the job well. Daddy-to-be wakes up Momma-to-be (and puppy) to put them to bed. A successful night in the life of a chair.
Sunday at 11am: Momma-to-be takes a break from nesting. Sits in the chair to relax for a minute.
Sunday at 11:30am: Momma-to-be is quickly joined by her fur baby who’s getting the hang of this:
Sunday at 1pm: Momma-to-be is woken by a swift kick to the bladder. Baby hungry and not appreciating the chair as much as Momma-to-be
Sunday at 6pm: Back in the chair. Seems to have a gravitational pull for Momma-to-be
This is the start of a beautiful relationship with my new chair.