The chirp of grasshoppers

Sorry for silence.  Things have been insanely busy.  I have been trying to maintain a balance between Jeff, Bradley, and my needs over the last week.  It has resulted in extreme exhaustion.  I am about to sound like a martyr, and if you have a problem with it you can stuff it, or, better yet, come over and do some laundry for me.  Basically from the minute I wake up to when I go to bed I am doing chores: (un)loading dishwasher, doing laundry, making breakfast, vacuuming, medicating/bathing/settling Jeff, all the baby stuff, grocery shopping, doing bills, so on and so forth.  Somewhere in there I sneak out for pilates.  Jeff and I have always shared household chores and parenting responsibilities pretty evenly, so this has been a knockout experience for me.  While he tells me he appreciates everything what I am doing, I told him that he can prove it at Christmas, my birthday, and Mother’s Day.

Here are some interesting observations I have made over the past couple days that I don’t have the energy to spin in to a worthy blog:

• At swimming lessons one of B’s fellow swimmer’s name was Gringo.  Yes, Gringo.  His parents were shouting it thru the place and I saw it written on his card, so I know I wasn’t hallucinating.  If you don’t know, that is Spanish slang (not a good one) for white guy.  Poor little kid.
• Jeff and I think B is the Dog Whisperer.  Every where we go he points and days, “Dog.”  When we ask him where, he looks at us like we are the crazy ones. 
• The crazy Barbie from my cardio class (see previous blog, I’m too lazy to link) is actually the yoga instructor at the gym.  I never liked yoga, and now I hate it even more.
• Everyone is getting married.  Between Sept and Nov, Jeff and I have FOUR weddings to go to.  At least I am not 7 months pregnant and in two of them.
• We have great friends and family.  Thank you to everyone who has sent a kind word, offered to help, or lent a hand.  You are so appreciated.

Peace out homeslices.

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