Every morning when we wake up Adelle asks me, “Mommy, we’re go somewhere today?” As of late, my answer is usually no. Why, you ask? Because that would require me putting real clothes on, which would require some real clothes to fit me acceptably. And also, an hour out of the house feels like a half-marathon to me. True life.
She is also enjoying barking orders at me these days – Get my snack. Fix my blanket. Find my baby. This requires that I respond with, “How do you ask nicely?” And she usually does, but being ordered around by a two year old, whether I allow her to get away with it or not, wears on a gal.
Marilee’s room is currently holding two sets of mattresses, one for her bed and one for the double bed that’s sitting out in the garage waiting to be painted. The armoir and the painting I did for our newest addition are the only two things that have been completed. Nothing else is actually assembled. It echoes in there. We have about eight weeks to go. Is this unsettling for anyone else? Because I’ve been working REALLY hard NOT to let it unsettle me, but I’m afraid I’m losing the battle.
I need to run some errands but that would require getting out of the house with a two year old, which we’ve established feels like running a half-marathon, which I’m pretty sure pregnant women should not do.
Adelle has watched no less than four hours of TV/day for the past week. Every time I think about it, I simultaneously feel glad that she will watch that much TV and supremely slacker-loser-ish in the mom category.
I woke up this morning wondering how I could get Adelle to her grandparents for three to five days – for her sake and mine – and then I felt/feel guilty. And wimpy.
Things aren’t rosy around here, but things aren’t bad either. And somehow God will give me the grace to push through. I would just really love it if I didn’t have to apologize to my girl EVERY day for snapping at her. Really, really love it.
How do YOU survive what feels very nearly unsurvivable? And please tell me I’m not the only pregnant woman out there who just doesn’t do these last eight weeks well. Make someone up if you must. That’d be fine with me.