I often wonder about my son. He does some pretty random and odd things. So I ask, “Aiden, what are you doing?” He stops whatever it is he’s doing, looks up at me with wide eyes, and replies so innocently, “Nuffin’.”
Today is a “nuffin'” day for me. I don’t really know what to say, but I feel like writing.
I have so much to do, but don’t feel like doing it. At the moment I am making a list for our dinners this week and a list of groceries we need. Or want. Like cantelope and watermelon and bananas. Mmmmm, fresh fruit. I love spring and summer for all the yummy fresh fruit (mainly the melons).
I broke a belt on the vaccuum today. I accidentally vaccuumed up one of Aiden’s socks (it was hiding under the couch). Suddenly there was a horrible smell and the vaccuum felt weird. Good thing I got most of the living room done first. I can live with the rest of the mess for a few days before I get a new belt.
Both of the boys are taking a nap at this moment, and I wish I could join them, but I still feel like there is too much to do. I have this need to clean and organize, but no energy to do it with.
At my WIC appointment this morning, they said my iron is a little low. Not too much, just a little. They said that can make me feel tired and forgetful. I wanted to ask, “Are you sure it’s only a little low then?”
I think I am going to be a “bad” mom when we go to the grocery store. We need some more cereal, and I want sugar cereal. Not the stuff you can get on WIC (even though I like most of those cereals anyway), but the stuff that only has commercials for it during Saturday morning cartoons so the kids will get really excited for it. I want the stuff that supposedly hypes kids up on all the sugar that no respectable mom would ever dare buy it (although grandmas and spoiling aunts are always sure to have it in their pantry when said kids go to visit). I want the stuff that will rot your teeth if you don’t brush right after you’ve eaten. I want Coco Pebbles and Lucky Charms (I like to eat the regular cereal parts first, and save all the marshmallows for the end to eat all together) and Cookie Crisp and Frosted Mini-Chex and the chocolate Lucky Charms and any cereal with a current kids movie character on the box. Mmmmmm, good. I sure hope there’s a sale going on.
I feel kind of lonely today. I don’t know why. My little sister called to tell me that she met an “amazing guy”, but when a friend walked in, she let me go to tell her friend all about this guy. I understand. I’m “old” now, married and with child (the third one!). And you definitely want to tell your good friends when you are so infatuated right away. I get the feeling that she only called me after she called our other sister, though. Just because I know they get along a bit better than she and I do.
Oh! Good news, though! We might get a piano! Someone at church has a piano that they need stored for a while and wants someone to take it that will use it. NOONE else wants/needs it right now! I’m shocked! I was asked if I wanted it, and I replied, “I would looooove to have a piano, but we have no room in our tiny apartment.” I paused for a few seconds, then said, “I’ll make room.” I hope we get it! I’ll put all my books in storage and get rid of the bookshelves (okay, not all of them! I can’t possibly seperate myself from all of my books and bookshelves. That would make me insane.) and rearrange the living room and heck, I’ll even get rid of one of the couches (although I really want to get rid of the bigger one, anyway, but the other one is just a love seat, so I don’t know). I don’t care what we do, but I want that piano!
I think I have felt the baby quite a bit recently. It’s not so much movement is that I’ll get some pressure at a certain spot in my belly, and then it’ll go. A while later, I’ll get some more pressure in another spot. It’s kind of hard to tell, but I’m pretty sure it’s the baby. That and my Braxton Hicks are all lower, across my my whole abdoman, is a lot more intense (pain wise) and the pressure last for a several seconds then goes away.
Wow, for someone who said she had nuffin’ to say and nuffin’ going on, I sure wrote a lot. Too bad none of it means anything.