Yup, that's about as good as it gets tonight, folks.
It could be that my 3rd trimester nausea is in back in full force.
It could be that I have developed a strange rash on the side of my huge stomach that is killing me.
Perhaps that I don't sleep well anymore...or at all really.
Or that my husband is back working two jobs again with insane hours.
I may even venture to guess that it could be that my heart is 2 sizes too small...
(if you missed it, that was a Grinch reference)
I have hit my cyclical bummed out time...cyclical because it comes around after a pattern of not being able to take care of myself...it was bound to happen.
Poor Baby Declan. I keep thinking about how different this pregnancy is than the others. Pregnant with your first...you relish at every second, every little kick, every moment is a new delight...or maybe I just pretend that was how it was? Pregnant with your second, you are more tired, busier, not as focused on the pregnancy, but you feel guilty and think about how you wish you spent more time relishing the pregnancy. Three? I am cranky and just want to have this baby...as soon as possible!
Hm...I am now returning to writing this blog after a brief intermission to check on why the house smelt like it was burning down....why? oh right, it almost WAS burning down. Smooth mama move #314...I put a plastic bottle in the bottom of the dishwasher (the top was already full...meh, ok, I'll put it in the bottom, what could go wrong?"...I'll TELL you what could go wrong...wait, no, actually, let me go take a picture of it as evidence....
The top is what the bottle USED to look like.
The bottom....evidence of how my apartment almost burnt down.
Ok, then, back to the blog. I'm cranky.
Tonight, Hazel pooped all over the carpet. Kieran wrote in pen all over his bed sheets and pillow case. (He tells me it was because he was writing "No jumping on the bed, Hazel" because he doesn't like how she jumps on his bed. Funny, I don't like when he jumps on my bed, but I haven't advertised it in writing on my SHEETS!
But that's not what is making me cranky.
I'm just feeling like a bad mama. and THAT makes me cranky. I can't seem to make it through the day without getting completely overwhelmingly frustrated at one or both of my sweet angels. Declan hears me crankier than I have ever been, and the poor baby is not even born yet! :(
Oh, you're asking about the title? Why was I called into the principal's office? Apparently, for quite some time now, my son has been getting in trouble daily during carpet time. I had NO clue! He relays stories from school, even about how other kids get in trouble. I ask how he does, even asking specific questions...but as far as he was concerned, he is nothing short of a perfect angel.
I should have known better.
Anyway, we are working on it. I say "we" because I know better, but I'm taking it a little personally.
I was kinda hoping he saved all his goofy naughty time for home, but I guess not.
I must get back to my work...plus the door to the porch is open (to air out the burnt plastic smell) and even the plastic dolls are starting to shiver in here...
Until a better mood comes around,
peace and love to you all.
Oh, on a happy note, my children are still as cute as ever...here is some evidence: