Sleepless in Germany...

I can't sleep; uncomfortably firm Braxton Hicks contractions and terrible heartburn had me rolling around in bed for a few hours, so I'm back up.  I'm sipping on a big mug of heartburn tea mixed with the relaxation tea my midwife gave me.  I'm too tired to do anything terribly productive, seeing as it's almost 2am, so instead, here I am blogging.  Well, that's kind of productive, right?  Here's a little look at what's been going on in the past week or two. 

I've been obsessively working on my Central Park Hoodie, and I'm about 3 inches into the second sleeve:


Cleaning the house in a never-ending cycle because of little people like this:

(Together, they unwrapped every single band-aid in the cabinet, squeezed out some ointment, opened a brand-new toothbrush and ate some toothpaste.  In about 5 minutes.  According to Max, Daisy got into the sink herself; this is exactly as I found them.)

Teaching little people to clean because of their evil ways (no, really because it's a good skill, and they're VERY excited about using brooms and spray bottles):






Frustratingly, Max has developed and obsession for squeezing things out.  I find piles of hair conditioner, shampoo or body wash in the bottom of the shower or in the toilet.  Today he was carefully (and quickly) tearing off squares of toilet paper and putting them into the toilet.  He and Daisy paint things with body lotion (walls, bed-posts, etc.)

~sigh~  Baby is due in 2-1/2 weeks, and my husband is due home just a bit before that.  He'll be around for 18 days once he lands here, so I hope and pray that everything works out with baby being born in a timely fashion, and that my recovery from the birth is as quick as possible so that I can continue to manage the home on my own.

Blogged with the Flock Browser