I gots no gumption.
It’s been getting better recently, at least in the housekeeping realm. It had been so long since the floors had been Swiffed, even Tim was talking about breaking out the broom. Wo. But did he? Um, no.
I guess it’s more in the area of getting important, income-generating things done that I just want to crawl back in bed and pull the covers over my head. Work is, like, hard and stuff. And I get all weird and agoraphobic when I have to call up people I barely know. Those of you that know me, are like, ‘Dude. You talk to complete strangers all the time. You are one of the friendliest people we know. What are you talking about?’
I’m not saying it’s rational. It’s just how I feel. Tim is hearing this a lot lately. Poor chap.
I just found out that one of my friends is (very) unexpectedly expecting her third child. Now I officially have no excuse to be this weirded out about being pregnant anymore. Her husband just turned forty for goodness’ sake.