Jan
17
You may have noticed that my latest posts have been comprised mainly of photos and videos. I haven’t been feeling too wordy, lately. And it isn’t just here on my blog, it’s in my everyday life, too. Consider this recent conversation.
Dave: Do you hear that wind?
Me: Yeah, it’s really windy.
Dave: Listen to that rain!
Me: Yeah, it’s really rainy.
Dave: What a storm!
Me: Uh huh, it’s really stormy.
Dave: This could be the most intriguing conversation I’ve ever had in my life. Now tell me how it’s dark because there is no light.
Me: pffftt….
Dave: Was that a stinker?
Me: Yeah, and it’s stinky.
Dave: How would I ever live without you?
The only thing I’ve managed to discuss at length is my insatiable desire for grilled cheese sandwiches (which I happen to make perfectly) and my high level of satisfaction with my clearance rack dollar store pants. (Although, I just have to say, those pants? They are really soft. Wearing them is like getting a giant teddy bear hug from the waist down all day long. I’ve forced everyone in my house to feel them so they can agree with me. If it were possible, I’d make you feel them, too.)
Beyond that, I mostly groan about my it’s-so-giant-I’m-kind-of-scared-of-it belly and how very, very tired I am. Because I’m tired. And I have a giant belly that impedes my ability to bend. Watching me try to tie my shoes has become Dave’s favorite show; it’s better than television. And picking up toys? Eh. I’ve kind of given up on picking up toys.
Today, my approach to the massive explosion of toys throughout the house was, “Julia needs to start picking up her own damn toys.” That approach did not work. She did not pick up her toys. She did, however, pick up most of her shoes and put them on the dinner table along with their own plates and silverware because she thought they might be hungry.
Is it a bad thing if I just removed the shoes and considered the table set for dinner? Because I did.
Perhaps I can convince Julia to put all of her toys on the table and I can grab them from there and put them away, because the bending just isn’t happening.
And while I’m complaining, I might as well tell you that I’m behind on my blog reading. And my e-mail. And the writing I promised other people I’d do for them.
And all I really, really want is some Taco Bell. Would it be completely ridiculous to load up my sleeping toddler and run for the border?
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I think you should eat anything you want. You deserve to be pampered. (((HUGS))) Hope you feel better soon.
I am so in the same boat right now. Let’s paddle our big ole bellies over to Taco Bell and then Dairy Queen for me. Forget about the toys and all the other stuff. Let’s milk the being pregnant thing.
I want a pair of those pants. They sound divine!
Now, the toys. If you roll around on the floor you *may* be able to push them all into a corner. Standing back up may be an issue though.
I vote for telling Julia that the toys are hungry so that she puts them on the table. Or that they are tired and she can put them into their bed. (the toy box)
My grandmother used to have one of those arm extension clampy things - that’s the official title for it, I don’t remember the layman’s term
. Anyway, it helped her to reach things from high cabinets or that she couldn’t bend over and pick up. I’ve always thought one of those would be tremendously helpful during pregnancy. On the other hand you could just resort to kicking the toys back to their room…. that’s what I did.
I second Toni’s arm extension clampy thing. They sell ‘em at Wal-mart. I’ve noticed them at the end of the cashier thingies where they put all the junk…but it would be helpful!
And clearance rack dollar store pants? Just how much did those cost ya?
No joke, last night I had a hankering for a bean and cheese burrito from Taco Bell, but was too lazy to go out. We duplicated the burrito perfectly with 1 can of refried beans, 1/2 cup of shredded cheddar, 1/4 cup of chopped red onion (all of these heated in a pan). We used “carb-smart” tortillas (it made the whole thing seem healthier) and some red hot sauce. Dude, no more late night runs to Taco Bell… do it in your kitchen.
btw- clean houses are overrated. Julia will start picking up after herself eventually… or she’ll leave for college. Either way, there’s an end in sight.
Hon, my house is totally messy and I’m not even pregnant. And as for moving the child to go to Taco Bell? Of course. You should eat whatever you want, whenever you want. Or use my trick and just make Dave bring it home.
Wow, Jersey girl can get Dave to bring her Taco Bell? Do you think it would work for me. because after all this discussion about dinner plates and border runs I am feeling a small craving coming on. Is it wrong to want to pack up my sleeping toddler so I can get on an airplane to the states and get me some nasty nachos and some crunchy gorditas? I’ll take that with a diet coke please, extra ice.
When you were talking about the whole considering the table set thing I was remembering a conversation I had (by email) with my sister recently, wherein I asked her “just how many days in a week you could declare it was pancakes for dinner night and still be considered a contestant for mother of the year?” When her response came back: “SEVEN” I knew that everything was right with the world.
Take it easy baby. It’s all good.
Awe, Leslie. You are pregnant, all right. This was just absolutely cracking me up, though. Hugs and put your feet up tomorrow. Play Queen for a Day.
Hugs,
Jen
You’re pregnant so you’re entitled. I’m craving fast food too, but I have no excuse. Darn.
Okay, I don’t care how pregnant you guys are, enough with the references to mexican food. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get good Tex-Mex over here? You guys don’t know nuthin’ about cravings unless you are a year-and-a-half and 7 times zones away from the object of salivation (yes it is spelled correctly). And and example of just how bad it is, the salsa you can get her is “sweet”. Yes, we’re talking BarBQ sweet. Does not go well with corn chips, I don’t care what they think. And the cheese does not melt. Yes, it is in infinite varieties, various consistencies and very fresh. But it does not go well on nachos. Even the imported cheddar from the UK tends to just flatten out and ooze orange-colored oil. NOT appetizing. So, enough of the Mexican food references, at least until April when I can get back home for a fix!!
Ha! Run! Run to the border as fast your belly will allow!
I hope you got your Taco Bell. I’ve packed up sleeping (and sick) (and grumpy) (and playing) (and screaming) kids many times to go satisfy a food craving.
It’s a mother’s right.
Hummm, I’m thinking Arby’s sounds really good right now.