First let me come clean. I'm pregnant. Now, let the next thirty-one weeks commence where I talk of nothing else except my growing belly, appetite and need for Cheetos. Not really, but I will say this; I'm tired. So tired that normal everyday tasks that should only take me a few minutes suddenly sit around, unfinished, for days at a time. Examples? The dishwasher, the dirty dishes, groceries (the non-perishable ones, duh), folding the laundry, making the bed. I mean, there are much better things to do, like, stuff handfuls of popcorn in my mouth while watching all the episodes of Angel, in order. Don't judge me, I am returning to school in a few weeks; maybe this is just me trying desperately to channel myself as a Freshman in college? Who the heck knows. What I do know that my "golden time," or nap time as it is commonly called, was once used to clean, cook, tidy up, rest and blog. Well, you know how much blogging I've done o...
There was going to be a post today. In fact I have no less than three potential blog posts rolling around the hamster wheel that is my brain as I type. However, none of them want to come out. Kind of like LN who was two weeks and one day overdue...those ideas are quite happy where they are. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I have nothing for today. Maybe later, when the wheel slows down a bit and I can draw something out. Right now though? I've got nothing to report. Zip. Zilch. Nada. And no picture either as all of my fun pics from the weekend are stuck on BC's laptop. Bugger. That and LN has decided that a one hour nap is sufficient for her today. Funny, she didn't ask me what I thought about that.
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