We had a mostly lovely father's day,
An olympic sized nap,
I was determined to go because that was the type of thing we would have loved to
do together back in our pre-pregnacy days, and I'm trying to still be that spontaneous
The concert was let's just say, NOT my cup of tea.
It was a horribly loud reggae/punk band
where we huddled together under drizzles of rain and tried to stay warm
amidst a sea of teens painted in green with the words "Legalize it 2010"
I literally held a scarf over my face the entire time so as not to inhale any drifting smoke
to become a teenager. Yikes.
Today is yet another rainy day, depressing mostly because two weekends ago we planted grass, and oh was it laborous! Every day we rush home from work to peek at any signs of life. But with all this rain, things aren't looking very good.
I am in the process of spring cleaning, which means the house is half spotless, half disaster area. I have this crazy problem where if I'm going to take the time to clean, I'm going to do it right, meaning I have to deep clean and organize everything at the same time. Everything I own must come out of the woodwork, so the house gets so much worse before it gets better.
I'm heading into my last trimester (Can you believe it?) I am less than comfortable, but happy nonetheless.
Here are a few things that are helping me get by: