1. Had an exterminator come over to give an estimate on our house. Of course none of the ants or black widow spiders came out to play while he was there.
2. Tended to a very black and blue finger that Nathaniel shut in the sliding glass door. Let me just clarify that it was his own finger. Looks pretty bad, and I think it feels worse. The consensus is that he won’t have that finger nail for long.
3. Said good-bye to Aaron who was staying with us for a few days. He’s now with a college friend who lives a few miles away. Our time with him felt too short. But we did pick up some good vocabulary like, “Nube,” and “Goat.” Those are mostly used when describing someone who is acting, “nubish.”
4. Took a nap in the one spot in the living room that receives a direct blast of AC
5. Woke up and ate a whole chocolate bar….and a half of another one.
6. Finished reading my book that is due back to the library today. It was a cute chick-lit large print beach read appropriately titled, Bedrest. Like all good chick-lit, it ended happily and well and all the problems in this girl’s world were perfectly solved. And I ate up every word of it.
8. Went to another church’s VBS, which was more of a family one where they serve the whole family dinner, then the kids do their thing and the adults listen to stories. It was fun. I think we may have been the only new people there. And Eddy, well, the report from her teacher was that “she did okay.” I guess “okay” is better than, “please don’t bring her back here again.”
9. Bought an infant car seat. So far we’ve had at least one person walk by our car and ask if the baby is here yet. Well, two if you count Eddy. It’s not even buckled in yet, it’s just sitting in there waiting for us to do something about it. It does make this whole thing seem more real.
10. Realized as I went to bed that we did have a busy day, even though it didn’t feel like it, and even though I was dead tired, I couldn’t fall asleep. So I laid in bed reading What to Expect When You’re Expecting until I got to the part about Labor and Delivery at which point I closed the book and dreamed sweet dreams. I’m going for a more “less is more” approach to this whole delivery thing. As in, the less I know about it, the more I will not freak out about it when the time comes. Okay, just kidding, sort of.