It's 2PM and I'm finally feeling human. Last night I was determined to clean the day away today. I'm getting sick of seeing the grime on my fridge doors and bathroom sinks.
But then I woke up today, and BOY was I tired. Almost non-functionally tired. I had tears of tiredness in my eyes as Matt left for work. After he left, I made Dean and me some waffles at Dean's request. They were blueberry waffles and Dean just picked out all the blueberries and ate those. (Though he did eat a waffle for lunch that he pulled off the counter after we got home.) By the time we ate and I got the kitchen cleaned up it was 10. Dean wanted to go to the park really badly so I got us dressed and stepped out the door. We made it about 1/2 a block before I turned back home. Yahoo weather says it was 85*. My body said it was at least 90*.
I just couldn't take that mile walk and 1-1 1/2 hour of play at the park in that kind of weather at 33 weeks pregnant.
So I came back home, got us dressed for the pool and by 11 we were "swimming". I use that term loosely. Dean is not yet a water baby. Oh, he LOVES playing in sinks and with watering cans and drinking from the spigot, but he is a little afraid of getting his whole body wet at once. The pool we go to is less than 4 ft. deep at its deepest. It has a nice shallow area with little fountains. For some reason he wants to wander the whole pool and gets thoroughly freaked out (shrieks and screams..sometimes with a terrified smile...sometimes not) when his life jacket picks his feet up off the bottom when he walks too far out. Even with me holding him and making sure he doesn't face plant in the water.
We got home at 12:20 and by the time I fed Dean lunch and got him down for a nap it was 1. I took a shower and decided it would be best to lay down for a half hour. Then I was starving and had to eat lunch myself.
Now it's 2:11 and I'm feeling human again. But what am I doing? Blogging instead of cleaning. I guess that means I should get a move on. Who knows how much longer Dean will be asleep...