The jig is up.
I didn't finish the girl's room. (hanging head in shame and shuffling feet uncomfortably on the floor)
I did do a FEW things in there though. Not much. Hardly anything. I put a few toys in a bucket for Goodwill. I know, I know, I am such a schmuck!!
Let me explain (this is the part where I make excuses like my teenage children).
Number one, it has been a busy week. I've had appointments I didn't plan on having. I've had blood drawn, not once, but TWICE! And tonight, while at the midwife's office, I got all hot and woozy feeling while the needle was in my arm and my midwife, Ann, wouldn't let me get up without eating peanut butter crackers and orange juice (it felt like pre-school all over again). That has NEVER happened to me before and it was rather...weird.
Also, we are trying to buy a new (used) car. The "Loser Cruiser" is to the point where someone needs to shoot the dang thing and put it out of its misery. And because we are glutton for punishment, we are looking into buying a big, thirsty Suburban so we can get 15 miles per gallon while gas is almost $3.50 a gallon. These are things that happen when one's brood starts increasing yearly.
And lastly, which is the most pathetic excuse of all....I'm just tired. I've taken a nap EVERY SINGLE DAY this week and twice on Tuesday. I'm old, people. Old and pregnant. I can't do the things I used to.
Okay, that's a lie. I can, I'm just lazy. Tired and lazy. If I had a baby that would sleep through the night, or at the very least for 5 hours at a time, I might not feel so tired. The lazy part? Well, shucks. I just don't know.
And tomorrow and Saturday aren't looking much better. Tomorrow, I've a birthday party to take a certain 8 year old to that is practically in Oklahoma! Alright, I'm exaggerating, but it is 40 minutes away. Not that I mind. I get to see my friend. And on Saturday Monk and I are attending our Birth Class Reunion that was supposed to have taken place, um....7 months ago!!
My point is that I'm usually game for one big "thing" per day and for the past week my big "things" have not involved cleaning. Therefore, I'm pooped.
I plan on still doing the room, it will just take a little longer than usual. Maybe 2009? I jest. Anyhoo, that's where I am people.
Lash me with wet noodles if you must. I'm a loser, I know.
By the way, no age cracks. Capiche? Loser cracks are fine, just no age cracks.
5 comments:
Awww - I'm so sorry!! Sounds like you really need a break. I completely understand - just step back and try to breathe. I'm with ya on the no sleeping babies, though Lex at 16 months is finally sleeping through.
Good luck, have a good weekend, and REST!!
Those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones... I may not be pregnant, but I am tired. I won't be throwing ANY stones here.
I got woozy from you saying "needle in your arm" ugg, woozy again from writing it... must stop.
-Andrea
Hey, beautiful mama! I was sitting at home feeling a little inadequate as a mother and thought, "Hey, I haven't read Michelle's blog in a while. That always cheers me up." And it certainly did! Congratulations on the new baby! I couldn't imagine you and Ken not doing this again. And Hope is gorgeous! Selfishly, I have to admit I am quite sad that I'm missing out this time, but I am so happy for you. Tell Ken I said "Congrats!" and kiss a few of Hope's chubs for me. Love and miss you--Cheryl
Thank-you Mindi and Andrea...I AM tired and my internet buddies always make me feel better. :)
Cheryl-
I am SO HAPPY to hear from you!! I wanted to tell you personally, but didn't know how to contact you. I need to talk to you, so if you read this will you please email me?? My address is on my blog.
Oopsy - that was me and not The Mad Monk. He was signed in my computer for some reason.
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