So I got on a roll, and as usual things get all crazy. Allow me to explain…Our base school is less than desirable, yet our home, location, and proximity to family are all great. I applied for a school transfer for At-man and we were lucky enough to get it. The only downside is that since it is a year round school, he will start in a couple of weeks, much sooner than I had thought. And hows this for a slap in the face with reality…The bell rings at 7:45. SEVEN FORTY-FIVE!!!! The child doesn’t even wake up until 8:00 and even then it’s all about how tired he is, as if a day of transforming Optimus Prime from a robot to a truck and back again is really THAT taxing.

Having completed the period of having all life sucked out of me, I mean, my first trimester… and knowing that I will have to be getting up at the crack of dawn soon anyway, I have started to get up at 6:00 to workout. So far this is going great, however, by the time the kids go to bed I start to feel like my feet weigh 20lbs each and damn it’s hard to get up from their bed to hit the computer when you are the meat in a snuggle sandwich.

I was sure I would spend a bit of time online the last couple of nights only to have At-man come down with one of those special fever,vomiting AND a sore throat combos. I am now up to my armpits in laundry. Not to mention my favorite side note to any sickness where a child can only drink sprite. When you put Sprite in a sippy, it blows up and spills out everywhere. Those take and toss cups do it too. Either the kids spill it on their own, or it comes shooting out of their cups. I should have paid more attention in physics. I think all the moms who aced that class probably know just what type of spill proof cup to buy their kids for minimum soda spillage.

So between waking up at the crack of ass, washing sheets and cleaning up Sprite spillage, I am beat. I put Em to bed last night at 9:30 (I know it’s too late for a 2 year old but it is summer time) and I woke back up lying beside him at 11:30. There went another night. I crawled into my bed, had a bowl of Cookie Crisp and passed out. At 3 I was woken by Em who had crawled into bed and started coughing and kicking the H-E-double hockey sticks out of my back. I would be mad but he does have a cold, AND look how cute he is…

In addition to the guys being sick, I have been celebrating national appointments week by attempting to get my latest ultrasound, haircut, glucose test, doctor visit, and At-man’s teeth cleaned all within 4 days of each other. Here is the latest picture of my little girl…

I like this shot because she looks very dramatic. Just look at the way she has her little hand tossed up over her eye, almost as if to say…”OH MOTHER, I am so very weary of life on the inside…sigh…” then she looks away. If she has the drama down this good in utero, just imagine what she will be like come time for Jr. High.

Oh well, what started as a very well organized post in my mind has taken a turn once again underscoring the fact that I am currently incapable of clear thought. Please bare with me on that. Only 3 months to go…