Instead of sewing.
Instead of napping likes she wants to.
Instead of researching some things for her girls.
Wait a minute, did I hear napping? Did someone say napping?
Speaking of napping, I could do that all the time right now.
Only 5 weeks left to grow this baby, and then all thoughts of napping fly out the window so perhaps I should do this while I have the chance.
Only the 3 year old I live with thinks naps should be outlawed.
Why is it when we’re suppose to sleep, we don’t want to.
When we want to, we can’t.
That is usually applied to little kids but at the moment it applies to me.
I lay wide awake at night and then yawn all the next day.
At the present moment he is on the table scooping, loading and hauling pinto beans with his trucks and tractors. I heard a bunch ping on the floor and he says,
“Beep, beeeep. Mom, come. I want these cleaned up RIGHT NOW! Beep, beeeeep. Now! Or you’re gonna get in trouble!”
Wonder where he hears things like that?
Christmas was a grand affair of a week spent at Grandma’s.
There was food for the multitudes.
Talking, laughter and lots of good times.
Plenty of presents stacked over their heads thanks to Grandma.
Just nothing like being spoiled.
It was a snowy week, unlike most Christmas times in Indiana.
We were housebound a lot of the week.
Well, I use the word “we” loosely, applying it mainly to the women since the guys just plow through anything with their jeeps, who cares if the ladies can’t leave.
We finally made it home, only to be struck with the dreaded illness of the flu.
It was the 2nd week off of school and I had told Eric that I would just love to stay at home, lay around, wearing pajamas, doing nothing all week.
Whadayaknow! I got my wish. Just not the way I thought!
I spent a week on the couch or in bed. Miserable stuff.
During that week, Eric and Dakota both took a turn with it too.
Thankfully the girls managed to escape it.
Hostetler Christmas happened this past weekend when Bethany finally came home.
As I mentioned before, 5 weeks left before this bebe arrives.
How can it be the shortest and looooongest 9 months of your life?
I just want to feel normal again. Only sadly, I’ll never know normal as I once knew it.
Lots of changes coming up for this little family.
I debated putting a picture on of the ever growing hippo belly but decided against it.
Come see me instead.
Hopefully she’ll blog again before 4 more months are up.