The Doctor Hubby left early Wednesday morning to ride a jet plane to NYC. The fact that he isn't really having "fun" sitting through whatever he's sitting through does not make me any less stabby; I'm ok with being angry that he gets to leave, talk to actual face-to-face grownups, and say that he's been to New York. No fair!!! The only adult I've actually spoken to in-the-flesh the last 2 days was the lady at the gas station. Awesome.
Hubs won't be back until sometime tonight. ugh. You know what the biggest problems with his being gone for several days/nights in a row really are? 1) I have the freedom to leave the tv on when I go to bed, thus staying up WAAAAY too late. duh. 2) We only have one bathtub right now. It is a corner jetted soaking tub. It's big. My belly is big. I can't give the ragamuffins a bath unless I get in it with them, and I am not a graceful enough hippo these days to attempt the getting in or out of the tub. So, they actually do resemble street urchins by the time Hubs gets home. Ew. 3) There is no one here to run out at 10 pm to get me a whatever. Chocolate shake, Sonic tea, whathaveyou. Bummer. 4) Seriously? There's nobody here to be "mad" at when I have to get up to pee for the 73rd time in 3 hours, or have heartburn AGAIN, or can't get comfortable in bed, no matter what. Yeah, yeah, poor me.
Tired doesn't even begin to describe what I am these days. I can DEFINITELY tell that I am closer to 35 than not this time around. Wow. 'Course, this time around there are also more children actually wearing me out, too. I'm almost positive that isn't doing me any favors. But still. The fact that, at 22 weeks, I am as big as I should be at about 28 weeks, is making the sleep thing rather difficult already. And dude likes to party it up in there round 'bouts 2 am (I see many 2 am feedings in my future), and apparently has the strength of Hercules - he's actually woken me up several times.
Gotta go to The Big Guy's school today for registration and enrollment. 3rd grade. Wow. Then tomorrow, the dreaded back-to-school shopping. Because, of course, the dude spent the summer growing about 3 inches. Taller, not rounder. Such a scrawny thing. Unfortunately, The Middle Guy needs clothes, too; apparently those two banded together on this, decided it would be funny to both outgrow everything all at once. Brats. ;) We do, however, get to get all the "supplies," too, so I'll suffer through clothes/shoe shopping with all of 'em. I love the smell of fresh notebooks in the summer!!!
So, now it's time to get these heathens some lunch before they start gnawing on each other. Or me. Or the furniture. Only 10 hours til the relief pitcher gets home. Can I make it???