I went to Tyler's soccer game last night and a friend on the team came up with a concerned face to ask me if I was doing OK. "I saw your last blog entry," she said with a grimace.
So yeah, that was bad, but it's better now. Aside from some lingering runny noses, most of the sickness is gone. I no longer want to put Ethan up for adoption, which is a major improvement. It must have mostly been the sickness because I swear, it was like he wanted me to beat him. Then a few days ago, I was playing with him and he was being so cute and I remembered that I actually liked him.
In other news, Lillian's teacher sent home a note asking the kids to EACH bring in 3 DOZEN cookies. What the what? My mind is still boggled. What the heck are they going to do with 780 cookies for 27 people? I mean, maybe she's counting on some kids forgetting, but seriously. ONE kid bringing in 3 dozen cookies would mean everyone would get a cookie plus 9 left over.
I read the note like 3 times and asked Tyler to look at it to make sure I wasn't missing anything. I sent in one dozen because I don't support craziness.
And then in other, other news, I am back to being a 99% stay-at-home mom and you know what? It's just as boring as I remember. I DON'T KNOW WHAT WOMEN DO TO ENTERTAIN THEMSELVES ALL DAY LONG. My house is possibly less clean than it was when I was working full time because I think, 'eh... I've got all day long to clean that up, what's the rush?' And then it doesn't get done because I end up reading all mid-morning, then Lillian gets home from school and we have to bake 3 dozen cookies for school the next day. Or something.
It doesn't help that I am still (STILL) pregnancy sick and very tired. Oh. So. Tired. Such that when I do feel well enough to go on a walk or something, my children's whines about not wanting those shoes or needing the pink jacket when it's in the washing machine, or needing to go to the bathroom one more time or actually deciding that they hate walks and thought that when I said, "do you want to go for a walk" I said, "do you want to go to the zoo" and now WHY CAN'T WE GO TO THE ZOO, it wears me out and I have to sit down.
I'm just going to chalk it up to the fact that I really hate being pregnant. However, having had 3 kids already, I know that this is a temporary condition and that it will e v e n t u a l l y end. In the mean time, I have a lot of cleaning to ignore.