Where everything starts going pear-shaped again

Rachel left a very nice comment:

“Your public wants more! More Photos! More witty moving tales (tails)! More more more! Now that you have your own place are you getting a dog? More!”

As much as I like to think that I have an *cough cough* adoring public right now (and haven’t lost the few people who actually read this blog due to my absence and overall boringness) I can barely keep my head on straight let alone be interesting or witty. I hate to use this blog as a sounding ground for why having a two-year old can drain the life out of you but seriously people there are times every day when I am ready to give her away. The result is that I’m having a hard time getting anything done during the day and am too exhausted in the evening to make an effort – thusly the house is still a disaster and this is all I’ve got for you:

After years of waiting the Mister finally gets his piano.

After years of waiting the Mister finally gets his piano.

Me attempting to mow the giant field that is our lawn with the push mower.  You can't see the giant 7-months pregnant belly in this picture but believe me It Is There.

Me attempting to mow the field that is our lawn with the push mower. You can't see the giant 7-months pregnant belly in this photo but believe me It Is There.

Here is a shot of our not-yet-organized bedroom. Yes, Moira is passed out on the floor beside the bed. The meltdown started at least an hour before At The Mall where I had to do the walk of shame to the car while she repeatedly kicked my pregnant belly. But the hardwood looks nice, no?

So there you have it. Some days I have more energy than others (some days, like yesterday, I am waddling around in pain because my hips are killing me) but most of it is spent trying to keep Miss Moira busy in the hopes that she will have a nap in the afternoon so that I can have a nap. We are 0 for 3 this week. Moira’s current schedule is: get up between 5:30 and 6 a.m. and fall asleep around 8 p.m. and in those between hours I am on duty the entire time because no one else is allowed to do anything for her. Currently I am not even allowed to go to the bathroom by myself without causing some sort of catastrophic meltdown at the bathroom door and she starts fretting at breakfast about who is going to put her to bed that night (“No Daddy snuggle Moira!”).

And everyone and their dog (ha ha ha!) has asked me when we are getting a dog. This is an honest question due to the fact that for most of my life I wanted nothing more than a dog but the current answer is: NEVER! I have absolutely no desire to have a dog. Seriously people, don’t you think I have enough to do right now? I would much rather have a garden than a dog these days but I’m not even getting a garden this year due to the fact that there are less than 12 weeks left before #2 is due and she will be lucky to even get a name let alone a room that isn’t half filled with boxes.

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