At Least I Can Still Spell Pretty Goodly
I sat down tonight with some great news to write about. Aurora has started potty training the last week or so and we’re off to a great start! Unfortunately, I don’t seem to be able to direct my thought in a single direction long enough to get a coherent post out about any of it without droning on and on about peepee and poopoo, which I’m pretty sure no one really wants to hear about. At least not as much as I seem to want to talk about it.
My thought pattern has been just a long series of malfunctions the last few days. I have funny dreams; I start tasks and then walk away from them leaving them half done and totally forgotten about; I can’t reach a simple decision without undergoing some major introspection; heck, I can’t even seem to focus on the fact that tomorrow is my baby’s first day of kindergarten and my afternoons will no longer have my Punkin’ in them. I have a whole list of things that still need to be done before this baby is born (and only two weeks or less left to do them in, mind you!), and I can’t seem to keep my mind on anything lately! Unless it’s the daily crossword puzzle and that’s just sad!
My house is becoming a mess and I almost totally snapped at a lady who looked at my belly and said, "Are there one or two babies in there?" I know she didn’t mean it in a hurtful way, but my nerves are feeling a bit frayed at the edges. I was talking to someone the other day and as the "conversation" went on, I noticed that the other woman was looking at me a bit oddly. That’s when I started listening to myself speak and realized that tweaked out junkies speak more cohesively than I was at that moment.
I guess what I’m trying to say is this. Please be patient with me and try to follow along with my fractured train of thought. I am sincerely hoping that once I have the baby, my brain function will return to full power.
