In just over 24 hours, life as we know it here at the Casa will change.

The Princess is coming!

Hub & I have been working to finish our “Honey Do” lists in anticipation of this momentous event. There are a couple of things that will still need to be completed that, doggone it, just AREN’T going to get done … and that’s okay.

She’s five. I doubt she’ll notice whether they’re done or not.

Right?

I’ve heard about how expectant couples receive unsolicited parenting advice, but being that Hub & I have never had anyone younger than twelve living with us, we’ve never experienced it.

Until yesterday.

We went to dinner with our neighbors, the Gameshow Marathon winners (a/k/a the ones who sucked the luck out of the entire cul-de-sac), last night. Hub warned me on our drive to the restaurant that he and Mrs. GsMw had had a long conversation about “what Lisa needs to do in order to teach the Princess how to swim.”

Oh no she didn’t!

The sad thing … or the frustrating thing, whichever way you want to look at it … the conversation that she & Hub had that afternoon was retold at dinner. At the restaurant. In public. Where I couldn’t make a scene.

I wanted to scream!

We spent the better part of dinner receiving all kinds of parenting tips. Ways to make dinner fun. Planning, but not over-planning activities. You name it, we probably talked about it. Granted, they meant well and I appreciate their wanting to be helpful.

Who knows? This may be the jumpstart Hub & I need to restart the journey in the wonderful world of adoption.

As Mrs. GsMw said, “You two so need to have a child!”

Yes ma’am. I couldn’t agree with you more.