So. I thought I started the year off well. I posted my year in review, I told you all about Jeffrey’s birthday… and then I fell off the face of the Earth.
What can I say? It’s been busy, I’ve been exhausted. Nuff said.
Jeffrey is three. Wow. I don’t know how he managed to get that big. He was supposed to stay small and not grow up. His imagination is just incredible. He’s been telling me these wonderful drawn out stories on the way home from school each night. Last night he told me all about how he took a bus from Margaret’s House and rode it all over the city with other kids. Which almost beats the stories about helicopters, trees and various cars crashing into our house. Don’t worry they don’t cause any harm, just a “big mess” for Mama to clean up while Jeffrey plays elsewhere. Cue disarming little laugh. He did tell me he would help me to clean up the mess IF he had his OWN brush to clean up with. Sure kid, here’s your mop.
Elena’s pregnancy is officially one day past where I gave birth to Jeffrey. I’d like to say this has made me calm. It has not. Instead now I feel unprepared and more worried about something going wrong. I know, I know relax blah blah blah. People I have crazy hormones going on right now and they are not interested in relaxation!
Everything else? Brian seems to like the new job. Better than the last one at least. I don’t feel the need to spit on anyone from Innovative (although that could change at a moment’s notice.) I am really really tired this week. Baby is apparently back to sucking out my energy again. Work is also extremely busy and I’m trying to finish all of my first quarter crap so that it can sit while I’m out on maternity.
That’s really it for now. I’ll check in with more interesting things later.