A Normal Day

I can't imagine having mentioned this before but two weekends ago Mr. Sloth and I found our dream home, a half block away from our Church. It was built by a doctor in 1936, basically a mansion in it's day. Honestly, this home was built with us in mind. The good news is it's $200,000 less than we thought it would be, but the bad news is that it's $100,000 more than we are looking for. Never the less we are praying about it as God does like to work miracles. Besides we weren't looking for the house it would put in front of us (on the way to Church no less) and even though it's in a town where homes are snatched up fast we are apparently the only ones interested so far. We thought it would be fun to see it again yesterday after Mass as they were having another open house. We decided to walk there and took the back way. I kid you not we had to walk around three swarms of bees to get there. THREE! They were so numerous that we had to cross the street each time. Truth be told I'm afraid of bees. It's just one of those injuries that I don't want to have to deal with. Regardless of my fear I tried to convince Mr. Sloth that it was St. Rita telling us to get the house. He was thinking the opposite. Of course after seeing the home a second time I liked it even more. This week I am going to try and forget about the house so I don't waste my time dreaming.

The house has made for a nice distraction though. Tomorrow is the funeral for Mr. Sloth's father. The siblings have all retreated for a bit. The ones from out of town are busy regathering with their families before the funeral tomorrow so I tried to make today as normal as possible. That however has not been the case. Today has been rather challenging and not in the least bit productive. I'm dealing with some last trimester issues but Happy doesn't understand that. All I wanted to do was sit down and all he wanted to do was run to the neighbors house and after retrieving him from there he ran up and over our hill towards the street. I was done so we came inside until nap time. I made the mistake of trying to use the bathroom as he used those two minutes to find a pencil and draw on our hallway walls. It took all I had not to be mad at him as I've never told him otherwise. The little guy was so proud of himself.

Thankfully though he is still asleep from nap time and it's almost 4pm. This is definitely a blessing. In the few minutes here and there that I have energy I've been able to fold a bit of laundry and pick up a few things but my time is limited. I truly don't blame the flies in my kitchen, if I were a fly, I'd be in my kitchen too. I was able to get some groceries today which was definitely productive but I forgot to put the frozen spinach away which was counter productive.

Oh, well. I have to let go I guess. It's the price we pay for growing another adorable little slothling.

33 weeks today!



It's about as comfortable as it looks.



I'm running out of sports balls to describe my growing belly.