Today I woke up and took Isabella over to my parents so I could clean, this house.
And that is what I did all day, scrubbed sinks, cleaned all the floors, organized closets, cleaned windows and yucky window sills, organized stacks of papers and had Bobby hang up hooks and do other manly things for me when her got home. Now all I have to do is clean our room and re clean the area where Isabella just ate, even though I have put sheets under her highchair, she manages to throw her food far enough to just miss the sheets.
Maybe once all this is done the baby will come.
I thought of a little poem today right before I reached for a cookie:
Sweetness, why do I crave you so bad?
Your terrible I know.
When all you do is make my belly grow.
Okay I think my time is up, Isabella is asking for a more cookies, but there is no more, so fear a tantrum coming on, yep here it is. Must go.
1 comment:
I very much like your poem. And I think your baby is coming soon. Have fun nesting! I really enjoy having all that energy and my house sparkling. Ahhh.... you're going to have a new little bundle soon. Just think of her tiny little body!!! I'm getting baby envy.
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