Too tired to do anything, let alone climbing up and down the stairs. Keaton was sick all last week, and this is how I found him after school one day. Poor thing. I know how he feels. Sometimes it's just too much work to go upstairs to bed.
I'm sorry my blogging has been sparse. Truth is, I don't have anything to blog about because I haven't been doing anything. That craft week (or two weeks) really wiped me out. Quite honestly, I've been exhausted since March.
I try to clean. I try to make dinners. I try to keep up with other things, but for the most part, all I want to do is sit down and read (keeps me occupied, but doesn't exhaust me). Heath hasn't commented about the disaster level of the house, which is nice. He would, however, like to see me doing something other than reading. I like to read. So be it.
I don't really have much of an appetite either. I try to make dinner every night, but by the time it's made, I usually can't stomach eating anything. I've been loving cranberry juice lately, and cinnamon toast crunch (dry), cashews, and peanut butter crackers. Nothing else really sounds good.
I've been having clothing issues too. I'm in that awkward in-between stage, where my current pants feel like I'm strangling the baby, and yet it's way too early for maternity clothes. I've been trying to wear jackets and sweaters, to disguise the lumpy chunkiness that I feel my belly resembles, but with the weather finally turning nice here, that won't be a solution for long.
Hopefully another month will solve all my problems!