Thursday, 26 June 2008
by Mama Turtle
Not that I find it easy to "forget" that I am pregnant, with having to wear mama pads now because of sneezing (TMI, sorry), feeling so easily touched out, and feeling the baby move about -who's big enough now to really be pounding away.
The house has become a disaster this week. This weekend I was especially tired and while I caught up on sleep, I have yet to catch up on housework. With everything pushing up on my diaphram, I find I'm not only low on energy but low on breathing room. To get up and bustle about for a bit makes me feel like I'm gasping for air.
Papa Turtle was home from work early yesterday and while it had been a busy day for him, I had no qualms about batting my eyelashes to get him to make dinner. That I even managed to clean up the kitchen while he was at it amazes me. I don't feel bad because having him cook (and sometimes load up and start the dishes) is about all I can get him to do without having to ask much on a regular basis.
I will have the kids help pick up toys, find dirty laundry and vacuum the kitchen floor. A mountain of laundry needs to be folded, and I'm hiding from even getting that done. I won't even think about what a project the rest of the laundry room/crap repository room that Turtle4 has further torn apart is.
I just remembered that we have a friend coming in from out of town this weekend. Since a clean house never lasts, I'll just wait until Friday and do it all then, lol. Save for the kitchen, lest it make the ants come back. (To update on that bit, Papa Turtle ended up just buying a can of Raid. Nice. I'm ashamed to admit, it worked very well.)