Blaine and I went out for our anniversary yesterday. Amazing… No kids for 5 hours. Blaine’s phone has photos – the very first selfies we’ve ever taken. I’ll track one down.
We were on the shuttle back to our car from one very fancy restaurant when an older gentleman asked if this pregnancy is our first baby. I kind of laughed and murmured ‘no, eighth’. The man heard. I rather hoped he wouldn’t. We almost made it out of there looking entirely normal. “Whoa! I’ve never met a lady who already birthed seven kids before! I used to be a labor and delivery nurse. You walk down those steps real careful now, you hear? I don’t want to be delivering that baby in this parking lot!” Uh, yeah, me neither. But, for better or worse, babies do not just fall out. Not even eighth babies.
Pierce changed the clock in the kitchen yesterday morning to twelve noon and announced it was lunchtime. He’s a clever one…
Today’s school pictures at co-op. We were out until nearly 11pm. The children with bags under their eyes? Those are mine. We have to leave the house by 9:15 and won’t get home until close to six since tonight is the night I signed up to clean the building. My timing is impeccable.
I brought down all the winter/fall clothes for the kids this weekend. There are spiders and mud daubers in the shed where they are stored… ie. I have a dozen loads of laundry to do on top of the normal stuff. The clothes monster is taking over my house. Five baskets are clean in the living room and it’s barely made a dent in the dirty stuff.
I’m thankful. We have clothes. I do not need to buy anyone anything. Repeating that mantra this week…
I think I might quit today before it even has a chance for major failure. Everyone back to bed, we’ll try again tomorrow.