Thought I'd take a minute and post about an otherwise normal day. Woke up, ate breakfast with the Sheepster, let Baby listen to some rockin' tunes while catching up on some reading. Hopped in and out of the shower and began getting dressed... to the sound of tiny feets running around our house.
Clearly, there's no baby running around our house. Sheepie doesn't have tiny feets. Nor does he live in the attic. The last time I saw Sheepie, he was passed out on the floor of the office.
Walk down hallway, peek into office: Yep, still a sleeping Sheepie.
Walk back into bedroom. Stand in middle of room, stare at the ceiling.
Hear dance party going on in the attic.
Make frantic call to Hubs, "Um, I'm pretty sure there's a family of medium-sized somethings living in our attic."
AP: Headed out to lunch. For. the. day. And hoping Super Hubs is home by the time I get back to release whatever lovely squatters have taken residence up in our ceiling. Awesome.