While I wish the title referred to my water breaking, alas it does not. Instead, it refers to the amount of energy I had today. It all started when Mike said he was going downstairs to clean the cat shitter. I mentioned that I should go down and put the couch cushions back on and hook up the cable box so we can watch the gold medal World Juniors game tomorrow (our stuff has sat untouched in the basement ever since the flood restoration crew brought it all back at the beginning of November). It was all uphill from there.
As I went to put the cushions on, I thought, "Well, the couch should be vacuumed first". As I was vacuuming, I noticed there was still dust on the floor from when the laminate was installed. I decided I would mop the floors next. There were some boxes in front of the mop bucket so I decided to unload those boxes. This went on and on and on until 3/4 of the basement was unpacked. I never did get to actually mopping the floor since the unpacking, purging and re-organizing took up most of my energy. I was also doing loads of laundry while all the unpacking was going on. Three hours later, I finally hobbled up out of the basement.
As if that wasn't punishment enough for my body, we also decided to undecorate the living room (which consisted of taking down the sparsely decorated tree and the stockings hanging over the fireplace) and put it back in order. After that, we tackled moving our bedroom around to make room for baby. I think I pulled ten cats worth of hair out from under our dressers. If I was a knitter, I could have created a mohair sweater (you know, because the mo' my cats shed, the mo' hair gets on the sweater? Is that wrong that I laugh at my own jokes?).
I'm not happy with the way we had to rearrange our room since it means I lost my night table (where am I supposed to house my eyedrops, lipshit and bedtime mints?) but it was the only way we could move the furniture in order to not have Baby next to the windows or a heat vent. I'm thinking I'll buy a small basket and nail it the wall above my head to hold my stuff. I literally start to sweat if my Blistex is further than an arm's length away.
If that isn't the epitome of nesting I don't know what is! Well done, Jyl! You might just have woken the baby from its comfy uterine slumber and it might come out tonight.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I'm thinking it would be mildly wild if we both had our babes on the 7th, wouldn't it?
Fingers crossed that all my cleaning has kick-started Baby's drop down to my cervix!
ReplyDeleteAnd, ooooh, that would be too cool to both deliver on the same day! I'll be thinking about you on Thursday!
Haha, that was great! I feel the same, except the cleaning ladies did all the work yesterday! Okay maybe not exactly the same as I spent the greater portion of the morning listening to them clean while I lay on Caleb's bed!
ReplyDeleteI have a solution to your Blistex storage problem too! We were watching pervy late night HBO last night and saw a show called Real Sex (it fell conveniently between Showgirls and Cathouse) and they were doing a segment for our hard economic times. Kinky Crafting! Making your own sex toys, anywhooo they made some pocket panties, all you do is take a pair of underwear and sew on a little felt pocket. Easy peasy, you slip your cell phone in on vibrate and well... But in your case PERFECT SPOT FOR EYEDROPS!. Just a thought.
I like the idea of pocketed underwear, but with my lack of crafting abilities, I'd likely end up stitching my Blistex right into my underwear, thus requiring me to completely remove them everytime I needed to re-apply. Could get awkward when I'm in a public place :-)
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