How ‘Bout A Change?

I’m sick of looking at that bowl of granola.  But I got no alone time that I’m completely on my thinkin’ game to write something worthy of your attention.  So, how ’bout some randomness for this Monday morn’?

I’m tired.  Yeah, like I need a cup of coffee, but also, and more noteworthy, like, “I’m this tired now?  I have 2 months left of this pregnancy” tired.

I can’t make it through the night sleeping anymore.  And it’s no longer just my children’s faults.  My body is sore in one position, has to pee in another, and just generally too pregnant to sleep.

My youngest son has a huge tattoo of a rose on his chest.  That shows when I put him in dress shirts that button up.  And that now refuses to wash off.

My Biker Babe

Oh, and he steals my toothbrush.

I actually walked through the grocery store asking my children what they wanted for meals this week.  And then bought nearly everything they pointed to.  My hubby’s on a diet, and I ain’t cookin’ whole frugal meals that they barely eat (in the name of training them to eat whatever is served) for only them and me (read: me) at this point in my life.  So, sick of children refusing to eat an.y.thing I cook – I took them shopping.

The pregnancy has about zapped my creativeness.  And energy.  And ability to hold onto anything.  And happy part of my brain.  And ability to walk like anything other than a duck.  Or a penguin.

When my husband went to the grocery store with me the other day and the check-out teenager started our chatting with “And you’re having another one?”  My husband quipped, “Yeah, at least she knows who the dad is.”  To which the teenager would not be outdone – “That’s you, right?  You’ll know for sure when this one comes out.”

Oh, yeah, and speaking of crazy people and lots of children..  My husband had to have a sit-down with our oldest the other day when he wanted to know what Daddy had said to me to make me cry.  It’s time he’s reminded once again, how insane Mama gets when she has a baby in her belly.  And Daddy finished with, “One day you’ll know.  You’ll be married – she’ll have a baby in her belly.  Then you’ll understand.”