Thursday, August 05, 2010
Busy as a... HA!
It is so ridiculously hot and humid today, as it has been for several days. The difference between those days and this one is the fact that opening the windows up at night somehow cooled the house off enough that the house temperature gradually rose to uncomfortable throughout the day whereas this morning the house temperature started at uncomfortable and by mid-morning had turned UNBEARABLE. (At least for me.)
After making the children eggs for breakfast and cleaning up the kitchen-I basically sat in front of a fan staring into it. Occasionally, I would lie back, but that was about it. Watching the blades turning, I kept thinking "Wow. This is so not like me. Just sitting and staring into a fan. There is so much to do....but I am not going to do it. And oddly, I am okay with that."
I am pretty sure my eyes glossed over a few times too.
It was at one of these fan staring moments that I came to a rather concerning observation.
Smooch is coming in less than three weeks!
I have belly-ached about not having done any "crafty things" for the babe, but truth of the matter is...the world will not come screeching to a halt if Smooch isn't clad from head to toe in Mama-made things straight from the womb.
But I haven't prepared the cradle!
I haven't washed the bedding!
I haven't unpacked any newborn things!
I don't have any DIAPERS in the house!
I have to move Adele's clothes out of the new baby armoire and into....SOMEWHERE else!
I have to get a sorely-needed new supply of nursing bras. Or at least ONE, for goodness' sake.
Do we even OWN any Johnson and Johnson's at this point?
I need to scrounge up a diaperbag! (So much for making one...)
I have to start thinking about keeping gas in the car at all times!
I have never been a "pack the suitcase a month in advance and store it in the closet" type of girl (as you can tell by my waiting until 7 months pregnant to actually go to a midwife)-but come on! Up until my heat-induced lethargy, I hadn't even THOUGHT of the practical necessities of a newborn.
Hello. I HAVE done this three times before, right? I don't know where I put my head.
Oh yeah-it's in a sweaty, glossy-eyed heap in front of the fan.