I've been a busy girl this morning. I started sorting through Medicaid paperwork for the pregnancy (because no one in her right mind would pay $600/month for maternity premiums when her student husband isn't working). I made two meals for the family, read a chapter in Preach My Gospel, did some dishes, bought eggs from the creamery and picked up newsletters from the office.
I still have two loads of laundry to fold, and I need to make banana bread. And clean up my hurricane of a kitchen. It's bad. Really, really bad. I just can't seem to get on top of it, especially when the smell of food plus the steam on my face as I wash the dishes make me feel miserable.
Ah, the joy of pregnancy! I'm feeling pretty good, all things considered. I'm just tired. And hungry. And thirsty. And tired. But not puking! Count my blessings, right? I'm not puking.
And I have black ants all over my kitchen.
2 comments:
You poor thing! Do you want me to come over and wash dishes before we go running tonight (hint, hint)?
Well at least you are not puking. And I totally know what you mean by hurricane of a kitchen.
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