I'm in that four day crunch time where I am completely overwhelmed with all that I need to get done before we leave to drop the baby at my mom's house and head to the airport. I have only drug my suitcase from the basement and dusted it off and threw it on my bed where it has been for days. The Boy is somewhat packed because he is easy. The Girl's suitcase has also been dusted off and I have managed to lay piles of her clothes out all over the bedroom floor. I need to finish all of our packing (which involves finding clothes that fit my ever expanding ass) and doing laundry so that the clothes that DO fit are actually clean. I'm soooo not ready to be wearing summer clothes. I tried on some of my bathing suits the other night. Still somewhat weepy over that dumbass idea.
I will be going to Disney World three months pregnant. This basically means nothing except that I won't be able to ride roller coasters and I might be quicker to tire than the rest of us. Do you think Mr. JuJu will carry me around on his back when I get exhausted from walking 14 hours during the day? It is supposed to be the happiest place in the world and we know that you should really make an effort to keep pregnant ladies happy. They should make Baby Bjorn in an adult size, don't you think?
Both of the children have decided that it would be a great idea to get sick. Sick. Four days before departure. Of course they would be sick. Why wouldn't they? It would be too easy to stay healthy for one more week, right?
This evening is LittleJuJu's first ever T-Ball game! Unless he comes home with a fever I will allow him to play. I'm really excited, so I can only imagine how he must be feeling. Do you remember your first game as a child, or your first dance recital or gymnastics meet? I remember being scared shitless to go out on that stage and dance. I was more than happy to wear my pretty tutu and felt so grown up with some lipstick and blush, but the dancing part had me terrified. The recitals became easier and easier, but looking back I think that being the center of attention for the whole evening was what really made it special.
This entry is all over the place...just like my brain. I really have to go get busy on this packing. Anyone want to come do some ironing for me? I'll make you some yummy coffee and you can play with my baby! She might get snot all over you, but she is totally worth it.
Your mom can clarify, but I'm thinking you totally wimped out on one recital. Do you remember that?
I wish I could see LittleJuJu's game. That brings back so many memories for me. But then again, 14 years of Little League can get a wee bit annoying.
Posted by: The Greatest Aunt | Tuesday, May 02, 2006 at 10:34 AM
I will iron for coffee if you throw in a donut!
Posted by: Tuesday | Tuesday, May 02, 2006 at 10:37 AM
Hurray for little juju!! T-ball is so much fun (and so god damn LONG)!!
Posted by: Pamalamadingdong | Tuesday, May 02, 2006 at 10:40 AM
I might be a tiny bit envious of your impending trip to the happiest place on earth. You could always be one of those people in the scooters, you know. :) Gets you on the rides first if nothing else. :)
Posted by: joanne | Tuesday, May 02, 2006 at 01:06 PM
They grow up sp fast! Hey at least you will be where you can eat everything that is bad for you like corn dogs and ice cream. Isn't that what being pregnant is all about?? If not then I must have done it all wrong :)
Posted by: Amanda | Tuesday, May 02, 2006 at 05:19 PM