On that note, we are husbandless/daddyless this weekend. He's away on a church leadership retreat, they do it yearly, and it's so fun for me...umm, right. I want a weekend away. Instead, my reward for three days of momming with no break (I know, I know, it's really not that long, and only one kid-but still) will be indulging in lots of treats. Water ice. Take out. Ice cream. To think I'll even be cooking once while he is gone is blasphemy. Just sayin'.
|we heart daddy.|
Yesterday a sweet blog comment mentioned that I've still never written the story of how I told Declan about Baby #2. I mean, I did write the post, but then it was tragically deleted and I totally lost my mojo, and had to just drop it for a while. And now? I am kind of fuzzy on the details a bit. Okay, I'm not that fuzzy on them. But it's a long story. A long, full day of me peeing on pregnancy tests in the Target bathroom while wrangling my toddler trying to unlatch the door. And I NEED to write it down, but it just feels boring to me now. I was hoping the spark of interest would come back and I'd want to write about it-but it hasn't. Maybe you can convince me. That is, if you want to hear it.
Because of my husband switching jobs, our Flex Savings Account (which is a long story in and of itself) had to be all used up by yesterday. It's a 'use it or lose it' type thing. It's all our money, just pre-tax dollars, and it came out of his paycheck bi-weekly. We knew this, for the last few weeks--but yet I sat and did nothing about it. And then I went frantic-crazy-woman yesterday when I realized how many hundreds of dollars would be WASTED if I did not use it. And I felt sick to my stomach. So I went over the details of what I could buy, went to my pharmacy, the lady helped me out even--and now I own half the store.
Then I came home, shopped some more on drugstore.com--booked a last minute appointment for an eye exam, got my eyes checked and ordered new, rad glasses. I spent a crap-ton of money yesterday (that HAD TO BE SPENT), and it stressed me the heck out all day. I have more bandages, character bandaids (with the rate my kid goes through them...), condoms (yep, they qualify), thermometers and heating pads & icy/hot packs than I know what to do with. Basically, I'm stocked for a long, long time. Thank God a few months ago I spent a good chunk of change from the FSA on a new breastpump & accessories. 'Cuz seriously.
It would have been way more fun if I could have spent the money on clothes, shoes, jewelry, pedicures, massages...you know. But noooooo....stinking government having rules. Psh.
It's Friday, and yet--for some reason with my husband not being around nothing feels different about the days. Which is a shame, because I usually love me some weekends.
Being pregnant in summer is no joke. I'm to the point where I'd like to wear nothing all the time. It's so humid here, and it's not even the 'hot' summer months. And sadly, having a very active toddler means that I am out and about often, in the heat, at the parks, sweating my arse off. I love loose fitting dresses these days. Even shorts feel too hot. It's really pretty pathetic. I basically daydream daily about floating in a pool, because that sounds cool, and heavenly, and peaceful, and...weightless.
Last night Eme & I were
I hope all of you enjoy your weekend!