I’m sitting in bed watching Knocked Up. I’m exhausted. Mondays are boring, yet still exhausting.
I went to Ikea and took my tips from last night and bought the changing table I originally wanted. The Ikea in our area is a giant death-trap. There is no such thing as a “short-cut” to get to any area. You have to start at the Showroom and just walk through the maze, no matter if you came there for something specific and know exactly where to go in the self-serve furniture area. I didn’t know that until today. I’m very proud to say that I managed to not spend a dime on anything other than the changing table I came there for. Okay, and a bottle of water. I needed re hydration after the trek through the forest of Swedish home decor.
I managed to put the cheap piece of junk together by myself, with a 3 year old hovering around me the entire time. I felt so accomplished. Bring on that Ikea crib! and the baby! Let’s go!
So, I need to hit the hay. I’ve decided to get up a half an hour early because we tend to move faster when at least one of us is already awake. I’ve decided that should be me.
Okay, goodnight.
Let the panic officially set in
So, that was the Super Bowl. Yep. I can gladly say, not only did I not watch a single nano-second of the the game, but I also managed to profit from it tonight. Win-win in my book.
The baby in my belly, for some reason, decided to be extra-super-ultra-active today. He was either reacting to the huge amount of sugar and delicious fajitas I consumed throughout the day, or it’s just so cramped in there that he can’t scratch his nose or move his foot without me wincing in discomfort.
Speaking of which, we have like, 2 months left before he gets here. Holy. Shit.
I know I mention this in every other post, but it’s blowing my mind that we’re this close and this unprepared. So much needs to get done. Tonight we were cleaning Deven’s room before bed, and I seriously started to reconsider having the baby in there with him because, hello, HAVE YOU SEEN HOW THIS KID KEEPS HIS ROOM? I know he’s three and all, but come on. He’s definitely his dad’s kid, only I know he’s not growing up in a barn and eating out of a trough. And there is a weird smell coming out of there…like a pee and fresh rubber smell. Is this really where I want to house a baby?
Also, why am I just now beginning to change my mind when we only have 2 MONTHS LEFT?
The stress is killing me. I don’t want to be down to the wire when we finally get everything done. I am taking a weekend off this month and we’re going to clean as much as we can and set as much as we can up. That means we need to move the art table into the spare bedroom. All of that stuff that needs to go to Goodwill? Gone. The broken computer needs to be put away until we can get a desk for it. I’m not going to feel at any sort of ease until this stuff is taken care of, and I don’t think I can stand to spend another month in this amount of inner-turmoil.
Okay, Vance is nagging me to wrap this up, so, goodnight.
Words for the day
I’m exhausted. I don’t have anything to say tonight.
Deven and I are watching Horton Hears a Who. Well, sorta watching; Deven is folding his flags and playing with his tag books, and I am dicking around on my computer. This movie is cute, and I don’t understand why it can’t hold his interest.
Tomorrow is the Super Bowl. No one in this house cares about the Super Bowl this year. I doubt we ever will, unless the Cowboys or the Saints are involved. So there will be no parties, or snacks, or guacamole. Vance will probably play video games, and I will be working to feed the hungry assholes who are actually invested in the game.
Okay, I’m going to bed. I hope I can be more entertaining tomorrow.