Grrr, I'm bored, but completely lack the motivation to clean my house. It's not nasty dirty, just toddler tornado of monkey-ness cluttered dirty. Really the biggest problem is that I have done no laundry (with the exception of puke laundry for 4 days straight) in like, 3 weeks. Or more. The weather changed, so it hasn't really been necessary-- I have lots of essentials. Abbie's clothes went in with the puke stuff. She has clean clothes. I, do not. Although, my clothes don't really fit right anymore anyway. I am down to my "fat" pj pants, and jeans that I leave unbuttoned. Even my "athletic" pants leave an imprint of the waistband on my gut... I mean baby. No one else can tell, but I can. Maternity pants are still far too big, but my fat jeans are too snug when I'm sitting... what to do?
On the plus side, Abbie and I went to bingo Friday night, and won again. She must be lucky. This time I won a bowl... much more useful than the heart shaped plate that I still haven't figured out what to do with from last time. I think it will become a Christmas gift. Ooops, shouldn't have said that.
And on the downside, I now know the date Andrew will be going to Iraq, pinpointed within a range of a few days that it could vary on either end. Unfortunately, I cannot share that info with the cyber world-- sorry guys-- Operational Security. Grrr. It makes the fact that he is going to go much more real. Is it too late to move to Canada?
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