So, there's going to be a baby living in my house for 4 days this weekend and I am terrified. Like as terrified as one might be if they were told there was going to be a werewolf living in their attic for a weekend.
Here are the ways in which my house is not prepared for a baby:
1.) You can't even get in my house without climbing a flight of wooden stairs with great big gaps between each step, big enough for a baby to fit through.
2.) There is a big hole in my door that a baby can fit through, even though it's meant for a dog.
3.) There's a dog. Who doesn't understand what babies are. Because she's only seen one, like, once. And she licked its face. Which I fear was a big party foul for my dog, she has no manners I swear. Perhaps indicative of the sort of manners my future child would have if I ever had one.
4.) No diapers. We do have baby wipes though. (plus 1 point)
5.) Too much alcohol.
6.) Not enough other stuff.
7.) Me and Adam live here. Which, let's face it, means there's not much besides books and electronics in the house. And we're OCD.
Despite all this, I can't wait to see my friend and her son. They haven't been to Texas yet so it will be great to show her where we live and get to spend time with her. I just hope that they can survive a weekend in my family-free house (I think Adam referred to it as a love-free-zone the other day) without getting too frustrated with our complete lack of know-how.
More updates on this later. Can't wait though!
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