Happy Days
Love love love the delicious smell of Christmas baking filling the house. Love love love new cleaning lady who is not completely insane. (Note to self: do not hire people over Craig's list without conducting extensive reference check.) Love love love new hot water dispenser in kitchen. Tea!! On demand!!! Love love love that I no longer feel nauseous and queasy (now 15 weeks for anyone who's counting.)
Not so thrilled that I still feel completely and utterly exhausted. Every day at 2:15 I hit a wall. If I'm at work, it requires coffee and generally means a huge loss of productivity. Keep in mind this is coming from someone who went through all of law school's late nights, including a pregnancy, with nary a cup. If I'm at home, it means a nap that lasts approximately 2.5 hours until I (a) am awoken by a toddler who can no longer keep himself away, or (b) rouse myself out of guilt. The other day I came home at 3 as I was not busy. There were renovaters in my kitchen. Renovating. Moving large pieces of equipment. Sawing pieces of tile. My kitchen is approximately 10 feet from my bedroom door since I live in a bungalow. I crawled into bed and fell asleep. Didn't even hear them leave.
I organised a "sponsor a family" event for Christmas this year; did the same last year. I dropped off our bundle of presents this year in person to a woman, single mother, my age with 4 children. The five of them live in a space about 1/2 the size of our (small!) bungalow. Kinda puts it in perspective, doesn't it? Wow.
Not so thrilled that I still feel completely and utterly exhausted. Every day at 2:15 I hit a wall. If I'm at work, it requires coffee and generally means a huge loss of productivity. Keep in mind this is coming from someone who went through all of law school's late nights, including a pregnancy, with nary a cup. If I'm at home, it means a nap that lasts approximately 2.5 hours until I (a) am awoken by a toddler who can no longer keep himself away, or (b) rouse myself out of guilt. The other day I came home at 3 as I was not busy. There were renovaters in my kitchen. Renovating. Moving large pieces of equipment. Sawing pieces of tile. My kitchen is approximately 10 feet from my bedroom door since I live in a bungalow. I crawled into bed and fell asleep. Didn't even hear them leave.
I organised a "sponsor a family" event for Christmas this year; did the same last year. I dropped off our bundle of presents this year in person to a woman, single mother, my age with 4 children. The five of them live in a space about 1/2 the size of our (small!) bungalow. Kinda puts it in perspective, doesn't it? Wow.
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