I woke up this morning still pregnant.
I don’t intend on answering the phone today. Yesterday (and the day before and the day before that) were frustrating enough.
Full moon last night. Didn’t help. Neither did climbing up and down a step ladder in the sun room (aka: the sauna) to clean two filthy ceiling fans and three walls of windows. And then climbing the same ladder in the uninsulated, west-facing garage to wash off three shelves out there. And then reaching into three lower kitchen cabinets to wash them out while the oven was spewing the intense heat from the self-clean cycle.
But at least I discovered three cast iron skillets that the packers overlooked and a missing strainer.
I’m heading into town to the fabric store for one yard I need to do the binding on Jenny’s quilt. Not that I’m ready to do the binding on Jenny’s quilt. I am about half done with the quilting of Katie’s quilt, and when I was up at 4 am this morning (love insomnia), I calculated that I had enough material to do her binding and Mary’s binding, but not to do Jenny’s, unless I did hers differently. And I don’t want to do hers differently. So one yard it is, with a 20% off military discount because of the holiday.
But I’m not really interested in sewing. Or reading. Or cleaning. Or blogging. Or watching movies. Or walking.
I just want to have this baby. Who is, I’m convinced, sunny-side up, unfortunately. Oh well. As Bill pointed out, I have back labor, even when they are face-down.
Have a great Groundhog Day…I mean, Independence Day.