We have enough interest that the Peep Show will go on! It will be smaller than previous years, but that is okay. :)
All-O-ver, Ol-i-vore . . . we're learning that Oliver's name has some fun mispronunciations.
Also, ask him what is name is and this is what you'll hear: "My name is Oli . . . Oli . . . Oliv . . . Oli . . . I don't know."
Here I am at SFO. Again. What should have been a 40 minute layover has turned into a 5 hour layover with merely a possibility of getting on the red-eye at 10:30. Flying standby. And if I don't get on the standby flight . . . they tell me my next shot at JFK isn't for 24 hours. Yeah. So let's hope that doesn't happen. And if I don't get on standby, well, there's got to be another way home.
S: Oliver, Is Mom a child of God?
O: Yes!
S: No, Mom is a grown up!
The one night -- ever -- when Micah and I get to bed at 10:00 and could, feasibly, get 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep, Simon wakes up crying inexplicably at midnight and can't go back to sleep, Oliver falls out of bed, and we're all out a couple of hours of sleep. Clearly we need to never try to go to to bed early. It's the only way to get a good night's sleep around here.
It’s the heat of the summer. We wake up sweaty and go to bed sweaty. Our otter pop supply has dwindled to dangerously low levels. The humidity is oppressive. By all accounts I should be sitting on the couch in my underwear, sucking down otter pops as fast as we can freeze them, with all the fans we own blowing on me from various angles.
And yet somehow I can’t seem to stop moving. I’ve been mulling over all the things that have to happen before the baby is born for months and on Monday I made a list. It keeps getting longer. I can’t stop working on it. We’ve finished painting projects we started months ago. We’ve started painting projects that only crossed our minds last week. I’ve been more productive and efficient than I’ve been since . . . I don’t know when. This is probably how I should have been spending all of my time since I finished school. Our apartment would be perfect. Clean all the time. Amazingly organized.
I suppose I should live it up while it lasts. Because I can’t imagine having this kind of energy once the baby is born. Or maybe this is exactly what I need to prove to myself that I can actually do household projects without Micah looking over my shoulder to reassure me that I’m not ruining everything.
Or maybe I’m finally learning how to be a homemaker.
Nah. Probably not. That would be too weird.
Either way, time is ticking. Only two months before our lives change completely, forever, again. And I’ll be darned if this place isn’t my dream home by then.
Try to get some time to relax, you've definitely earned it!
BTW, I have a friend here in Hershey working on her Masters and her thesis is about nesting. Do you mind if I give her a link to this post and, if she would like to ask you questions, your email address?
Maybe I should get pregnant, because I think I need some of that kind of energy too.
And then the pregnant lady crashed and burned.
I've been struggling through a cold since Monday and the to-do list isn't getting any shorter. Sigh.
Good for you Lizzie! Not the feeling sick part
but good for you for doing projects without Micah. No offense, Micah. I just have that same problem! Well, similar, I should say. I do projects without Micah just fine
, but Conan is so creative and such a good problem solver I just know he could do it better so I just don't. I am overcoming it though! I have pictures, but I'm afraid to add them to my computer, which I have now dubbed "the black hole."