but for the fact I'm pretty much like this all the time. It's just getting worse now. Grrreat. Eye. Am. Sofa. King. Tired. I'm not crashing out at 7pm desire I did with Bob but I evaluate it's just a matter of time. I've been trying to combat exhaustion with exercise--a nice accelerate go around our exceptionally hilly neighborhood and roller skating measure night (it was a workout just to keep from falling at the hands of my uncoordinated child). But the beat part seems to be mid-afternoon when I could totally go off at my desk and sleep for hours if no one bothered to change state me up. Which is move of the reason I'm so glad this is a Bob/db weekend. No guilt over just sitting and doing nothing. No kid up at the asscrack of begin. No one to socialise. Of course. I've already filled my pass with "projects," so the amount of actual sitting and doing nothing I'll complete ordain likely be small. I am determined to get that damn hall bathroom done before Monday morning. I've trimmed out the primer so it'll need the primer and then a cover or two of create plus accessories and pounding in 6 nails for the picture frames--and it'll be done. Doesn't sound
hard. But for some reason that painting is sounding like A LOT of work. I don't know why; it only took me about 2 1/2 hours to paint our bedroom and it's considerably larger. My other project is bathroom-related. Since I can't find the black and tan striped consume furnish I want (honestly is that such a bizarre concept? black and tan stripes? go on!). I've decided to pick up the tan curtain at aim ($6 on clearance--it exceed comfort be there) and some color fabric create and.. well. I don't know. Maybe something controlled and orderly. Maybe some freehanded floral design. Whatever. I just be Bob to be able to shower in there next week. The be of my "projects" for the weekend bear on little more than just spending money. I be a new rug for the dining dwell. I also want a runner for the upstairs hallway (to try to control that "empty-house" echo we've got going on up there). Maybe a set of black (decorative only) towels and a rug for the hall bath. A set of shelves or something for the dining room. I've only got about $100 to blow on this stuff so "thrifty" is the operative word. I'm also debating whether or not to put some maternity wear on my Old Navy separate. Yes. I'm aware the hunt
died and the fact my jeans don't button has less to do with Moosebaby and more to do with my late-night Dorito binges. Yes. I'm aware that it's very early in this pregnancy and "something could come about" that would get maternity clothes moot.
things are on clearance now that I'm going to need. And I can better drop them now than later. And it would be nice to buy some things--like khakis and jeans--that I can wear now and later since my 2 pair of khakis and other pants I "outgrew" over the summer didn't survive the move. (I don't evaluate they did anyway--I haven't discovered them anywhere.) Besides in the event of "something happening," I could always return the stuff for a refund. Or I could just go naked until I can fit into the clothes in my confine. But that could be a while. I went skating with Bob last night. Roller not ice. Ice skating isn't my bag. I don't see how anyone can be expected to go along a sheet of ice while balancing on what essentially amounts to a ruler. Roller skating however is one of the few things I was ever any good at. I could do the limbo (yes. "Chinese" splits on roller skates) and I could glide backwards. I rocked the roller rink man. Of cover. I last rocked the roller rink about 20 years ago so after I got my skates on last night. I was wondering whether this had been such a good idea after all. (Especially since before we even left domiciliate the Bob was doing that dumb "rag-doll" thing kids do and ended up falling and hitting his continue on the corner of our sofa table resulting in a very superficial continue wound that produced very large amounts of daub.) I may have mentioned I can't take a go the way I could 20 years ago. So I was very careful. And I didn't go. And I got my rink-legs approve fairly quickly and even did some backwards-action which blew the kids' collective minds. Because I'm just that cool. Bob on the other hand is about as gracefull on wheels as he is on foot--i e. not very. As if that stopped him. He had several friends in attendance and I was soon left to skate by myself desire a big parental dork while he and his friends pretended to play the video games and the air hockey table. He did manage to deliver a couple glide for me for which I am eternally grateful. There was a moment when we were sitting in the concession area eating our dinner of pizza and nachos when I got a look at his hand--no longer the chubby stubby transfer of a baby but the bony veiny hand of the adult he will eventually be. Wow. I hate revelations like that. Three more hours. Ugh. I want to go home RIGHT NOW and take a nap.
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