My brain is all over the place lately.
That's the only way I can explain it. I know the surge of pregnancy hormones are to blame, but it still doesn't make up for the fog I've been walking around in lately.
Luckily, I remember this place well from my other pregnancies. I know it's a fleeting thing. I know that in a few weeks, I'll feel like myself again. This fog is going to lift and be replaced with sunshine again.
Remy is becoming a terrorist. A terrorist that will not stay away from the staircase.
It's once again just us at home, my MIL departed in the snow this morning. The kids are in full post-holiday funk. But we've been keeping a little secret from them.
A secret that is sure to cheer them up.
My mom will be here on Friday afternoon to help me out after some minor surgery next week.
I cannot wait to see their faces when she walks through the door.
This little drawing came home in Owen's homework folder today. It says.."The thing I liked about Christmas was the time I spent with my family. It was a good time. TOGETHER!"
I really, really struggle with the amount of crap my kids get at Christmas. I mean, I'm appreciative that people love my children enough to spend money on them, but I worry that they're never going to comprehend what really matters.
But I guess we did something right this year?
I know I owe y'all a New Years post. It's coming.
And speaking of pregnancy, a post is coming about that too. :)