What a let down.
But then again, whatever. The weekends suck too. That's one thing you find out when you have kids. Your ass still has to drag out of bed at six-thirty in the damn morning and make breakfast. And then there's all the stuff you've gotta catch up on that you didn't have time to do during the week. Exciting things like laundry and grocery shopping and changing the sheets and emptying the diaper pail. Yeah, the weekends are a damn riot, ain't they?
I am more tired than I've ever been in my life. Definitely less sick than I was last pregnancy, but more tired. So tired. Just walking, it feels like gravity is working against me and my legs each weigh a hundred pounds. Stupid, heavy legs.
S o t i r e d.
Sometimes, Serge asks me a question and answering feels like the hardest thing in the world. A resolution to the problems between the Israelites and the Palistinians seems realistic, but opening my mouth and forming words? Impossible.
I am moving from Mom's house.
It was a good run. A good six months. But it's time to leave. We've paid off all debt except for two student loans and two cars. I'd hoped to pay off one of the cars too, but, well shit happens.
We've rented a house in Salt Lake City again. I am most looking forward to the absence of stairs. Stairs are the devil's creation. The new place is all on one level. And very private. Oh! Oh! And two bathrooms! Could you die? Since being married to Serge I've never had two bathrooms! The luxury. Because, between you and me, his fucking Right Guard deodorant will be the end of me during this pregnancy. After a Serge session in the bathroom, that Right Guard punches me in the face and then tries to choke the life right out of me. It didn't bother me before I got pregnant but, sweet lord, it's fixing to kill me now.
And don't get me started on spray deodorant. Does that shit even work? Do you spray? Why? I shellack roll on Dry Idea to my pits like Amy Winehouse with a stick of eyeliner and I'll tell you what, I may get skin cancer from aluminum but that shit must seal pores closed because I haven't had a wet day in my life.
I don't think I can move again, though. Come help me? I will pay you one million dollars.