I guess I feel like I need to tell you something. Anything. So that the few people who have been holding their breath with baby/TP's job/house sale/ blah blah blah can be updated. Or something. In an act of solidarity, I managed to flood my cell phone with milk this morning. Good-bye $150. Wave bye-bye to momma's nice red phone!
I've been to Birmingham this weekend and packed all of our personal stuff out of the house which has been on the market one week, and one person has come by to see it. I bought $243 worth of boxes and tape from the U-haul store and had to cram it all in to TP's clown car. Some poor gay guy took pity on me and tried to help, but it was no use. Why not take my Trailblazer? Good suggestion! But it has waaaaay expired Alabama tags, and I was trying not to go to jail.
I've been to two days of CPE, driving back from one in Birmingham yesterday to go to another today that started at 7:30 am. It sounded like a good idea when I signed up for it. I did get out at 1 and all I could think about was the nap I was going to take, except I couldn't fall asleep. I finally did for an hour, but it wasn't as good as a three hour nap extravaganza.
I had to get dog food for the little dogs and I can't buy the big bag because it's over the pregnant lady carrying limit. I can't wait until TP gets here, they nearly got crumbs for dinner as it was.
Don't ask a five year old where they want to eat dinner. Seriously. His favorite restaurant is Popeye's and that's not exactly the kind of food I need to be eating.
TP will be here tomorrow with a U-haul and all of our stuff that's not furniture. We left all that in Birmingham to help the house sell quicker. I hope it works becuase I'm tired of sleeping on the mattress on the floor.
If you can't tell, I'm just blah. Generally grouchy. I didn't feel this way with Mr. Cheeks, but basically I'm pissed about having to breathe air. And blink.
We're going on Thursday to make sure there is a pretzel stick in my womb, but if the total pissed off-ed-ness is any indication, it's in there and MAD about something. Probably the lack of margaritas.
Here's Mr. Cheeks playing totally unsupervised:
















