changed my sheets, ran a load of diapers, cleaned the new Ikea closet we had installed today. Also loaded and unloaded the dishwasher, started clearing off the kitchen counters, put away whatever clean laundry I could find (not much) in Ikea closet.
Swept my bedroom floor, found objects for DH, changed diapers, fed DS, bought DD some treats for her summer camp care package. Nursed DS, read him a couple of books. Took the trash out several times, got blue bag of recycling together.
Commiserated with DH over shoddy contractor work (they helped DH put the closet together - they didn't have a hammer, they didn't think to measure. . . .I didn't trust them unsupervised with the Ikea closet. . . .) I could go on and on. . . .
Talked up a neighbor about doing doula work for her, ate lunch out with DS, BOY was THAT work - he wanted to climb the steps out of the small cafe, and wiggled a bunch - I FINALLY convinced him to sit still for a meal....it worked out, he LOVED the fresh-squeezed OJ. . . . .
Checked email for work leads - stopped by the grocery store(s): first, for ziplock bags and condensed milk (sale), THEN for garlic, and FAGE. (I live in New York City, so this was all with DS, about 27+ pounds, in an Ergo, on my back. . . .)
There must be half a dozen other things - still doing laundry. I want to wash EVERYTHING before transfering clothes to the new closet. DS's stuff will be moved into DD's room - we gave her our old, tall dresser. I hope to add kill a mosquito to that list - it drives me INSANE that they seem to still be getting into the house. Of course DH could %$#@$* get some screens. He complains that they would break / need maintainance. Grrrrrrrr.