Excuses, Excuses

I am the opposite of a consistent blogger lately.

I could (and will) give a thousand excuses why.  And thought they are, indeed, excuses- they are all 100% true.

I only have about 3 good hours out of each day- usually in the morning.   The rest of the day is spent fighting back the urge to puke.  You’re welcome.

I am planning my 20 year class reunion.  The one that I planned to lose weight for and look smoking hot and have a great time and a few drinks at,  and instead, I will be sober as a judge, bloated, puffy and 7 months pregnant, painfully insecure and probably intensely stressed out since I won’t be able to numb the anxiety of things going well.

As much as I despise summer break, I have decided that May is my least favorite month of the year.   Why is it that schools try to fit everything into the end of  the school year?  You had an entire year! Don’t you know that May is also a sweeps month?

My family has openly discovered my blog and the ability to read.  JOY.  They have all been kind about it, but it’s still hard for me.  I don’t know why this is such a paralyzing factor for me, but it is.  I feel like I censor myself and worry about what to share and what not to share.  Attention family members: pretend you don’t read this when you see me- I prefer to live in denial- thank you.

One word- nesting.  Sure, with normal people, nesting doesn’t happen until the later months, but the obsessive compulsion in me has already begun… linen closets, bathroom cabinets, and storage.

I seriously have no place to put another human being.  I have begun to attempt to create a room in our unfinished dungeon for my 15 year old (they’re resilient, right?)