I just said the following to my 2-year-old: "Bring me my wallet and I'll give you some money."
Yeah. She is pretending to go to Target to buy ice cream and popsicles, and she is short on cash. I know she doesn't really understand the concept of money, but I guess she knows she needs it at Target. Why I offered to give her money is another question. My brain is mush.
Yesterday I found myself cleaning, and really just stressing out about the dust behind the radiators. BEHIND THE RADIATORS. Finally, I came back down to earth and realized that if anyone is actually looking behind my radiators they have a problem. I really am worried about the cleanliness of my house, though. I feel like I have all sorts of cleaning to do, but I don't have the energy to do it. Someone please tell me it is okay to have a messy house. I think part of the problem is that since I am a stay at home mom, I feel like my house should be perfect at all times. I can't seem to manage it, though.
Maybe I am nesting. I am 37 weeks pregnant, after all. Full term. I still haven't packed my hospital bag, though, and I don't want to. I don't know why, but the thought of doing so just seems like too much work. What is the weather going to be like? 90? 60? Who knows. I can't handle it. I think I'll just wait until I am in labor to pack. I don't even remember what I brought last time. I don't think I used most of it, whatever it was. All I remember is staring at Clare for hours and hours.
Okay, I should go. Clare just got done ripping the dollar bill I gave her in half, and is now eating chapstick. Oh yeah, I am going to do great with two kids! I need a drink, but maybe I'll just settle for a popsicle. Good thing Clare bought some.