Right now... all is quiet. The boys are off at the park. I'm sitting on the couch with some juice, the computer, my knitting, a book, a couple lists, and sudoku on my nook. ADD much? I'm trying not to think about everything that needs to get done because it's a lot. I've gotten a few things taken care of and maybe once I finish this I'll go put the dishes away.
This weekend... was pretty typical. Nothing special going on, just playing and reading, watching too much TV (I am not looking forward to a couple months from now weaning the boys back off so much TV but I guess we'll just deal with that when we come to it) casting on another project and grocery shopping, eating ice cream and thinking about all the stuff that needs to get done (or at least that I think needs to get taken care of, the hospital paperwork and installing the car seat might be the only ones that are really, truly urgent.)
Plans for the week... Since top of the list is to have this baby my plans are pretty baby centered :) That and snuggling my boys as much as I can stand it (which might be a challenge given how much they like to squish the belly, how uncomfortable that is, and how freaking hot it is.) The crazy part of me is "planning" to finish this latest cast on, the very popular puerperium cardi, but I'm pretty sure that's my totally hormonal and irrational brain playing tricks on me and is not really likely to happen. And there are of course things like car seats, paperwork, laundry, hospital bags, clutter... time will tell what actually gets done. And I'm good with that. At the moment anyway.
If I find some time for myself... hahahahahaha! The time I have for myself I tend to worry about the things that need to get done, especially if I can't do anything about it (car seat... pack'n'play...taking out the trash...) I'm trying to find a balance, getting done what I can and resting as much as I can. It's hard not to let the lazy creep in but at same time it's hard not to try to get everything done all at once. Kinda funny, huh?
Some prayer intentions... for the arrival of this little one. For no fights in the delivery room as we try to name the poor child because right now we got nothing (the WeatherMan wont even discuss it yet!) For easy adjustments to life with a newborn. Is it too much to pray for a "pocketbook baby," ya know with a nice easy-going temperament, content to just hang out? ;-)
Something that makes me smile... one of the things we needed when we were shopping this weekend was diapers for Littler. He's getting better with using the potty but given what all we have going on we're not pushing it. So when we put the giant box of dipes into the cart he started to pitch a fit: "No! No diapers on me!" OK dude, that's fine. "You don't have to wear them, you can use the potty instead. We'll just take them home and you don't have to use them."
Well, we got home, had lunch, and he was sent to the bathroom to wash up after thoroughly enjoying some watermelon. Next thing I know, Bigger is yelling from the bathroom "Mom! Littler's got poop!" I'm thinking oh no, he's taken off his diaper and dumped poop on the bathroom floor. Again. So I hustle down the hall. There is Littler, sitting on the potty, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. No poop on the floor but a big party in the bathroom for poop in the potty. (If it weren't for the coming baby we would be pushing the potty training thing a bit but at the moment the added stress, not to mention potential for regression is so not worth it for any of us.)