Last night I dreamed that my water broke, but I wasn’t positive if it was really happening. It was just kind of trickling out. Mom, Trudy, Lindsay and Sunny would not take me to the hospital until after they showed Haley the great pizza restaurant with the amazing salad dressing. We did a lot of walking through tall grass to try and find the place.
Yeah. That’s all I’ve got. I’m as lost as you are. What pizza restaurant? No idea.
I don’t like close calls. “To be early is to be on time.” I feel like they were thinking labor takes a while – we’ve got time. But for me, it wasn’t about having time… it was about amniotic fluid dripping down my leg. Can my baby live without that? Since when is salad dressing more important than– actually, you know what? Haley doesn’t even LIKE dressing on her salad!
All of these things that once seemed far off are rapidly approaching. Tomorrow, we are doing a final walk-through of the house and then on Friday we’re closing! Tom already had the power and water changed to our names as of Friday. So, on Friday night we’re ordering pizza and watching the Olympics on the floor in our new living room.
Time to buy the kid a dresser! Time to do the baby’s room! Time to pack up and get out of here! Time to move again… and not move again for 10+ years!
One thing I am preoccupied with is hooks. I want to get little hooks to hang on the wall near his dresser or changing table. Do not ask me why. But this morning, after I recovered from the WTF dream, I was like, “Today’s Wednesday! We close on Friday! I need to buy hooks!”
My favorite place in Charlotte is closing… so I am going to bring this to an abrupt end to go paint some pottery at Our Pottery Paintin’ Place. They are citing the economy. I hate to hear that. I really wish the owner was retiring to the Bahamas or something.
Here’s my work in progress:
I feel like this whole post was a brain fart.
That La Kid 