Holy smokes! No posts since January? Wow, time flies. Unfortunately life probably won't get any less chaotic so don't expect much from me. Maybe I'll mini-blog instead, might be more realistic. Since I have nothing else to talk about, I'll whine about my day so far. I'm pregnantly hormonal so I'm allowed to whine, no fair commenting about how I should be more chipper.

Saturdays, in general, are un-fun for me. This is more so the case when pregnancy is a factor. I anticipate a long day full of trials and tribulations but if ANYTHING extra goes wrong, it seems to send the whole day further down the toilet. The alarm went off this am, dh got up. I didn't. This is normal. At 6:30, a half hour after dh should have been gone to work he pops his head into the bedroom and informs me that he's dented the bumper of the neighbor's car pulling out of the driveway. The damage is minor, he calls the cops, (is late for work), cop says to put a note on his car and exchange info with the guy at a more reasonable hour, lol. I agree, this is a good idea. The kid who owns the car is getting estimates, we're hoping not to have any insurance involvement. It's not been a good year for us car-wise. The trouble is, we don't have any money. In fact, we have no paycheck expected in May, though Neall will be working a "real job" following graduation in mid-May so hopefully we don't get too far behind. The situation is cordial but I am worried. Dh went off to work, late of course. I wish he could have stayed home.

Shortly after he leaves the children start descending the stairs. The youngest has slept through the visit with the police officer but has woken in just enough time to interrupt my peaceful morning ritual of coffee sipping and web surfing. She has a sixth sense regarding my butt hitting a chair. Clearly she is awake too early (by about 2 hours in my estimate) and is clingy and cranky. Not a good start to a day that started off badly to begin with. She whines and cries, cries and whines, fusses, asks for "milkie", won't take a bottle, won't take her binky, insists on sitting in my lap, and whining and whining and crying and crying. I attempt to put her down for a nap at 11. No such luck. Did I mention she's turning 2 tomorrow? Naptime has become a challenge. She's fighting it now, she used to just go down easily with me singing and rubbing her back. I try again at noon. Success! I come down the stairs, heat up the coffee I never got to drink, there is a knock at the door. It's a salesman passing out flyers for a construction company. The banging wakes the child who has slept for all of 10 minutes. I get her back down fairly quickly.

I reheat the coffee AGAIN. I'm sipping it now. My older 2 are actually playing nicely together. Pray this lasts. As soon as I'm done I'm going to wrap dd's birthday gifts. She'd better sleep for a few hours. This better be the end of the drama today. I don't have the energy for more.