in case you have forgotten, my pretties... or, really, in case I have, which I have, completely, depending on the day... I am wicked pregnant.
and it is hot, super hot. and it is August, mid. But there IS hope. It is getting darker each evening, and there has been at least one night wherein I was called to use a sheet to cover my largess.
My brain has done that thing, which you may recognize, that thing of 'shutting off' which happens randomly, sporadically, almost without cessation but with enough cessation that it continues to be random and not entirely consistent.
ask me to go to the grocery store, i dare you. I may end up there, I may buy tuna and potato chips but forget to buy bread and mayonaise. I may buy apples and return home to children and husband ravenous for the pizza I promised.
there are quizzical looks all around, i tell you.
I made it to a therapy appt with my husband, made it all the way through coherently and relatively forthrightly... walked out the door and could hardly see my way to walk forward. We walked to a restaurant and sat. thank the lord they had pad thai because it is my most favorite thing ever. it righted me for a bit and while braxtonhicks are cavorting with my sanity and comfort, i get to eat leftover padthai. so there is that.
My mother has been in my house for two days trying to help me cook some foods to keep in the fridge for the nights when my brain has left the county. I have been letting her cook and fold and carry laundry and have been trying to find ways to not feel guilty about this. I recognize it is a pretty damn special thing to have someone willing to do these things for you. and i have frozen chicken bits all about the freezer now, as well as quiches. . .
frozen chicken bits. heh.
OH. took five roosters to the Farmer to have him cut them up into little bits. guess what? Farmer chuckles, tells us we got a nice fat lot of hens to take home. same box. all our 'roosters'? not boys. just peacockery ladies. we need to wait a little bit longer to see if any of our ladies turn into boys. looks like we'll have eggs for the neighborhood soon.
(did you know that ladychickens can grow combs and wattles? ((did too many people remember ally mcbeal at the 'wattle' mention?))
or anyone? perhaps it just stuck with me.
i hope you are all well and good out there.
we're a work in progress over here. fer shure.
a not so pretty self-portrait....what the hell.
|A whole month ago...at the 'beach'house...|