I’m trying to ignore the mess in my house.
Last week, if you recall, I spent the weekend cleaning, cleaning to the point of crying because my body hurt so bad but I just couldn’t stop. Well, this weekend was the opposite because my body is done. I am exhausted and in pain and my uterus is always tight and I’m just done, it’s just time for me to sit. or lay down.
ALL DAY LONG.
And now, my house? It is suffering.
So, when I get up (to pee or for food) and I see the state of my end table in my living room? I become so frustrated.
(showing you this photo PAINS me, but if I can show you a picture of me in my underwear, well, I can show you anything.)
(and make no mistake…this is not the only mess. Oh, it so is not.)
So, where there is only one week left of this awesome pregnancy, one week left until we meet, hold, love, kiss, smell, snuggle and feed this tiny little blessing, well, it will be a week of me trying not to lose my mind with all of the things that “need” to be done, all of the things that I’m just too tired to tackle. (oh and my kids are on spring break which makes the whole trying to clean the house and keep it clean? IMPOSSIBLE.)
I’m trying to focus on other things.
Like, how I only have a week to eat as many buffalo chicken sandwiches, as possible.
How I only have a week to have mornings where I can eat breakfast … three times.
How I could, potentially, ask Brian to bring me my favorite Coldstone concoction, but never, ever do.
or how I seriously think I could live off of cookies dunked in milk and some good ol’ sausage for the next week.
Man. I love food.
But the food can only distracts me for so long.
The mess wins.