exhaustion
Tenants Rights

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It occurred to me recently that I’m ready to evict the tenant in my belly. I mean that in the most loving way possible. This comes on the heals of a weekend spent moving my three year old daughter into the biggest bedroom (formerly the office), moving the office into the (now shared) living room and attempting to empty out the small bedroom that used to be my daughters to create a nursery.
That’s right! All that while 34wks pregnant. Pshaw to you braxton hicks contractions, you’re no match for the powers of nesting. I laugh in your general direction - silly rule that says pregnant women shouldn’t lift more then 10 lbs, HA! My husband and I powered thru this huge project - still working on it a bit actually but the big parts are done - and we survived. We managed to not kill each other, yell at each other or act toddler-like in any way during the process. This was a huge feet on both of our parts considering my state of being. read more »
After the dust settles

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Thank goodness for Dr.Wilma holding the fort up here while I perilously flop like the last goldfish cracker in a puddle of party ooze. I feel like the past two weeks have either been about attending children’s parties or throwing one. My pregnant state has made me such a mess. This preggo brain business is dangerous and can even result in costly mistakes.
Last week I spotted my check engine light turn on and then it laughed at me. I swear that’s what it did, first the light came on… and it was sort of giving me the stink-eye… and then there was an audible laugh. So I hauled ‘ol Murphy, the big, green station wagon of my mommy dreams, into our local mechanic. I was so stressed, what about the costs of throwing this party? Then I got a call in the early afternoon that I had left my gas cap off, forgot it last time I filled up… that’ll be $50… Thanks Mr.Mechanic for the $7 gas cap. Oh well, it could always be worse right? My husband was kind enough to say, “At least you didn’t drive off with the pump still attached to your gas tank.” Hurray, thanks sweetheart, you’re right, I’m not an utter moron just yet. read more »

