Sunday, June 20, 2010

Today, instead of having a baby...

...I made French toast, bacon, and coffee and watched HGTV.

...I read the paper and clipped out coupons and recycled the Sports section.

...I dealt with a crabby husband with a migraine who was no help in getting the floors scrubbed, the only thing in the world that I want done right now. And not like a quick run-through with the Swiffer. No, I want to see someone on his or her hands and knees scrubbing that floor with a sponge. And I keep thinking about doing it, but I know I can't, that my knees and back can't handle it and why won't someone do it for me?

...I talked to Aunt Jess, who said she'd scrub my floors if she were here. And I know she would, too. She'd scrub them until they shined, and then she'd make a meatloaf and cupcakes with homemade frosting.

...I talked to Aunt Jennie, who retold her unfortunate labor story--including all the details about her hours of pushing and how she ultimately needed a C-section.

...I made oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.

...I did laundry.

...I pulled out a puzzle I hadn't looked at in years and put it together. And when I finished, I sat up and nearly fell over from the pain in my back.

...I thought about you, Baby Clay. A lot. Mostly I thought about how this is (HOPEFULLY!) my last weekend without you and how there's really nothing I'd rather be doing than holding you, touching you, getting to know you. (That, and I've been cursing that fact that it looks like I'll be spending another day at work.)

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