I just don't wanna
clean, deal with heat, organize
or even write posts
I'm slumping again. I have so much cleaning to do. I should have taken the kids to the park this morning before it go too hot. I should be writing an interesting, or at least funny, post. Instead of doing any of these things, we have watched Sesame Street and I have written crappy articles for this website that pays quickly (email me if you want to know which one).
I did fill up the wading pool, but the children won't consider it warm enough until after lunch. But then I'll at least have an excuse to not be cleaning my dirty, disorganized house. I was on a roll yesterday morning, but then I had to go to the doctor for my check-up. When I got there, they told me they were running 45 minutes late. I decided to stay - Hot Guy was able to be with the kiddos yesterday, but he'll be gone most of August so I figured I'd take the time to read the preggo magazines in the waiting room.
I read EVERY preggo magazine in the waiting room.
I finished two short stories in my mystery magazine, too.
Nearly two hours after my original appointment - after I was dying of hunger and my Tylenol for my sinus headache had worn off - I got in to see the doctor. Now, I understand that emergencies come up, especially in an OB's office. But I just lost all of my momentum. By the time I got home it was all I could do not to crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head.
The good news is that baby and I are the picture of health. And the guilt-ridden receptionist made all of my appointments through week 38, so I have my preferred slots and doctors until the end. The scary news is that this baby has nowhere to sleep, very little to wear and no sling. Though he does have a filthy house to live in.
I'm going to go have my daily dose of caffeine to see if that helps.