It's bathroom cleaning day.
I have gained 14 1/2 pounds during this pregnancy. The baby weighs about 10 ounces. Apparently my arse weighs 140.
The dog threw up a rock this morning. What dog eats a rock?
Some store wench at the mall wouldn't let my three year old use the bathroom in her store. She insisted I had to walk 4 miles to the other end so my kid could pee. Really?
I think my daughter drank water from the dog's bowl. I am trying not to think about this.
Yesterday a woman came up to me and looked at my leg, saying, "Oh, I have a friend that happened to! She had to hire help during her last trimester because she couldn't WALK!" Super!
I carefully purchased and planned my sister's birthday present to arrive right on her birthday. It arrived right on her birthday...to my own house. I had shipped it to myself.
My ATM card has been lost, and I have to somehow scrounge up $3 for my son's field trip to Chik Fil A. This is a lot harder than it sounds.
My older son is first on the waiting list for the Chinese Immersion program at his elementary school. I am obsessing about this. Someone needs to move away.
There are only eight days left in the school year.
...I am rather lucky that these are the great conundrums of my life, aren't I?
(Sorry about the picture. I am going to lose 18 readers for posting such grossness.)