Bear with me, folks.
I seem to be going through this weird, awkward funk where I have a million different things on my mind, a to-do list that overwhelms me, & zero inspiration to tackle any of it. Honestly, I am so unmotivated & uninspired that it’s hard to write…& I feel like writing would be GOOD for me, & then I feel like even more of a failure for not putting myself to the task.
All I know is that I WANT PANCAKES BUT DAMN, I USED ALL THE MILK THIS MORNING!!!! I should go grocery shopping for oh, the first time in OVER A MONTH considering my fridge & pantry are both sparse, but I can’t get off my lazy butt to go swipe my card at the local Lowe’s Foods. & I just want my screen porch fixed after TWO EFFING YEARS & the weekend we picked to get down to business (aka this coming weekend), it’s going to be hot as two rats humping in a wool sock in an attic. So that project is 90% down the gutter.
& I just want to cry because I want to do something useful, but I just feel so blank inside my head from being both simultaneously underwhelmed & overwhelmed.
32 weeks is such a weird stage in pregnancy. I can feel my due date looming & the excitement of meeting my son, yet I know I have SO MUCH TO DO. I range from having so much energy, but it’s all gone by the time I get home at night. So I lay exhausted on the couch, unable to do much at all. & at the same time, the next 8 weeks feel like an ETERNITY & I know that there’s no need for me to pack my hospital bag or do baby laundry just yet. So what the hell am I supposed to do with myself?!?!?
Hello, third trimester hormones. Fancy meeting you here on this trainwreck to hades.
p.s. nate has gone to get milk. so we can have pancakes for dinner.
