In 35 days I have much to conquer. Our house is a barely contained clutter-bomb waiting to explode. There is so much to be done and everywhere I look I see a project or task waiting for my attention. But it is so overwhelming that I don't know where to begin. I really wish I had a laptop that I could tote around the house with me, so I could pretend my Twitter friends were chatting with me while I was cleaning. Otherwise I just feel bored and lonely.
For the next 35 days I will be wearing the same 5-6 shirts it seems. I tried on a few of my summer shirts from previous pregnancies and I don't think they will do the job this time around. I'm NOT buying new shirts for such a short time, so I guess I'll continue to wear the t-shirts I wore all winter, just without the long-sleeve shirt underneath. This makes me a bit sad, because I really love clothes (no surprise there) and I was looking forward to having a few more things to wear now that it is warm. Oh well.
This has nothing to do with the number 35, but I must share. Husband had all the kids at CDS's tee ball game last night because I was at a meeting. TJS (4 yo son) was playing on the playground with his sisters. Husband looks over to count heads and spies a certain little boy with his pants at his ankles and a 4 foot stream of pee shooting through the air! He was so embarrassed (Husband was, TJS didn't care) as he walked over to collect his wayward child. I laughed when he told me, but I would have died too. Parenting is all about humility, at least sometimes.
















