Everyone's a critic

This morning in the car on the way to daycare I was singing along to "Under the Bridge" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Lily: Um, excuse me.
Me: Yes?
Lily: Could you stop singing, please?
Me: Why?
Lily: I don't like it.
Me: You don't like this song or you don't like Mama's singing?
Lily: I don't like Mama's singing.

Whatever, I can rock that falsetto with the chorus at the end.

We have arrived

The majority of our stuff has made it into our new townhouse.  I'm tired, sore, and happy, and we spent an ass-ton of money on new stuff yesterday.  Guest towels!  Rugs!  Wastebaskets!  Our fridge may be empty but damnit, we have shower curtain liners.

Lily's room is almost completely set up.  We still need to buy a bed frame for ourselves and a couch so we can actually sit down in the living room. 

I'm exhausted.