So, we’ve got like fractions of days left here. According to my handy countdown in the sidebar, that translates to THREE DAYS. Which means I have TWO DAYS until my mother in law comes. I’d like to have some things done before she gets here, even though everyone keeps telling me not to stress it. But shoot, the poor lady should at least have clean sheets on her bed, right? This is not an unreasonable expectation, right? Tell me if I’m wrong.
I have an insane To Do List that keeps growing and growing… But I keep having darned back spasms which render me limp as a jellyfish and aren’t conducive at all to getting chores done. Plus, you know, I’m big as a house and exhausted and sore…
The nursery… is not done. But it’s close. We need to paint that other coat yet, but the wallpaper border got put up at least and it looks awesome. After the paint is done, the window valance goes up and the furniture gets put back in place. Hooray!
I feel very much at odds, today. I’m restless and tired and excited and… well, you get the idea. There is so much to do and no time to do it in. Yet I want to just go ahead and have this baby already. I’m a contradiction in terms.
There’s so much to talk to you guys about. I have about a million topics buzzing around in my brain. But right now all I can focus on is a) the fact that my feed reader is backed up YET AGAIN and I’m so behind in my blog reading and b) it’s nap time and I want to go kiss the sky a little bit.
So until I’m able to return, clear out some of these blogs from the reader and pull myself back together, I’ll have to leave you with this picture I took of Beetoe last night. She’s wearing a onesie. 18 month size, to be precise.

This is what I do when I’m nesting, apparently.

































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Michele (27 comments.) 03.17.08 at 1:28 pm
At least you didn’t put a diaper on the dog. Although you’d need to cut a hole for her tail. Not that I would know anything about putting diapers on animals for my own entertainment. *cough*
You gotta take it easy - clean sheets or no. I am feeling you, though. My mom is coming to stay with us in a couple of weeks and I want to get things tidied up a bit before she gets here. I think that’s a bit of nesting in there at work.
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