The difficulty now is that, when I'm grumpy (which is always), I feel pretty d@rn justified. So if the lady in a hurry in the parking lot speeds through the crosswalk because she doesn't want to wait for the Waddling Wonder and her three kids, well, I might do something a bit rash - say something unpleasant to her closed window. You know, something effective and mature.
My task over the next 5 weeks and two-ish days is to avoid ruining all my relationships. My thoughts go something like: no, don't tell the librarian she's a soulless bureaucrat out to exercise her artificial power to mask her own sense of inadequacy, so what if that guy ahead in line walked faster, Dr. D has only one more trip scheduled before baby - no need to rub in (again) that he'll be missing St. Nick's first band concert.
And wouldn't you know, while writing this the dismal rain quit, the sun emerged, and a ferocious wind is picking up - perfect for drying those unraked leaves. See? Does it really matter that some little vermin is munching away in the wall beside my desk? Does it? Ok, put the sledge hammer down ....
What is decoupage? It's a decorative technique that involves covering something with glue-soaked fabric, paper, etc. and topping it off with a clear finish.
The best thing about Craigslist is finding treasures for cheap. The worst thing: cheap treasures often need a good helping of TLC.
This time last week ... photos from our new baby's first days!
Picture it. Almost eight years ago I'm much like I am now. Huge, pregnant, gearing up for a hospital delivery. Oh, and add in a nasty head cold that just won't go away. Three weeks before baby I go in for an office visit hacking and sniffing. "I think my cold has morphed into something wretched," I say. "Uh huh," says the doctor. "We'll want to keep an eye on that."
Two weeks before baby I go in for an office visit hacking so hard my...
I'm deep in the third trimester, I can tell. I spend much of my day feeling annoyed for no particular reason. Oh, I find reasons - the mail being late, clothes left on the floor, no healthy snacks in the house (because I ate them already), rain on the carpet of leaves outside, the dog breathing too loudly. Truth is, I'd be annoyed even if
Thirty weeks puts me in the final countdown, and tosses me into the number one recreational activity of expectant mommies, Name That Bump! Toward the end of every pregnancy I've tried (and failed) to figure out exactly which way little peanut was sitting in the womb. With Fish the doctor told me around 28 weeks that he was transverse, which explained the odd recurring dream...
Six years ago when I was expecting Mud Pie, I was all out of nesting opportunities. We had a nursery (from Fish and St. Nick), diapers, clothes (we didn't know Pie would be a girl), car seats, dishes, toys, everything. So what did I do?
I tie-dyed all my prefold diapers. And a heap of onsies. And...
Happy birthday to me,
every hour I go pee,
my ankles are tree trunks,
and I can't see my feet!
I treated myself to a Birthday
When you're too weepy and hormonal to tackle any real work:
- Cry until your spouse suggests you might wake the kids, and it's 1am; go to bed and continue in the morning.
- Redesign your website (check)...
We had the 20-week ultrasound last week. Looks like we'll be shopping for pink!
Mud Pie is beside herself with glee, St. Nick is relieved (I think he considered a boy another rival), and Fish...