That's what I have left. I'm going to make it.
It's a far cry from last year's naiive "I've only got 5 weeks left?! Who can believe how fast the school year goes!"
In case you were wondering, I hate that chipper, obnoxious, energy-having, student-liking person right now. Really, if she were here, I would punch her right in the face.
We're still here. I'm still pregnant (which is a very, very good thing despite my negative tone). It's just that my crazy circus of a life has me running for bed when I finally get a spare minute instead of the keyboard.
In the news:
I scared a teenager in the checkout line at the grocery store. Sick 2 year old + husband out of town + 4:30 in the afternoon = one very stressed mommy. Oh yeah, and this kid was contracting the heck out of me. I'm pretty sure the girl in front of me thought I was going to have the baby right there between the shopping cart and her Kit Kats. She was looking a little pale.
Leah is officially two. Yes. So far, I've routinely commented on how each new phase is my favorite, and it really was true. We've reached the juncture where that's no longer accurate. Good thing she's cute, 'cause she's stubborn and ornery, too. And the kind of smart that makes life very interesting.
Oh, and the house. I've totally forgotten to mention: we're selling it. Or, at least, we're trying to. It goes on the market May 1st (and please don't remind me how quickly that's coming up. I might start pulling my hair out). Heaven only knows what will come of it in this market, but say a little prayer, will ya?
I'll admit it, I'm feeling a little overwhelmed. I know that everything will work out the way it's supposed to...
...it's just that I've taken to maniacally chanting the time I have left over and over, like one of those vacant-eyed, crazy haired people you sometimes see in movies. Or on the streets of Downtown Denver.
5 weeks. 5 weeks. 5 weeks.