...directly quoting myself from just a few minutes ago.
'Tis the season for much football watching and football discussing and much much much reviewing plays with the DVR and much much much much much attempting to get me interested in the football on the screen. I resist, naturally.
One of my favorite football discussions in our house goes like this----
Whimsy: When is that going to be over?
Chip: There's only ____ minutes (insert number here, could be anything like 9 minutes or 2 minutes or 27 minutes, etc) left in the ____ (quarter, half, game, etc).
Whimsy: Which means that this will be on for another ____ minutes (wherein Whimsy does a quick calculation and multiplies whatever number Chip gives her by FIVE to account for the many inexplicable delays in this even more inexplicable game).
I sound awfully cranky about it, don't I? I'm not really that cranky. It's just the post-Christmas doldrums magnified by Intense Pregnancy Crazy, which is not a pleasant situation. I also counted approximately how many Saturdays we have left before this baby makes his entrance into our world and HOO BOY if I had not already been feeling the nesting insanity then I am surely in the throws of it now.
You know the most shameful Nesting Crazy Thing I forced Chip to do last time around? (this deserves all caps, as you'll see) I ACTUALLY MADE THAT POOR MAN CLEAN THE EDGES OF ALL THE BASEBOARDS WITH TURPENTINE...WITH (wait for it.....) A Q-TIP. True story. When I recalled that tidbit a couple of weeks ago, I laughed until I CRIED. And then I gulped and realized that, at the time, it seemed a very reasonable suggestion (demand) to make in order to clean up any paint or glue splotches left over from installing our hardwood floor. Which means that I am RIPE for some homebrewed CA-RAZY soon.
Stay tuned, I'll see what I can do about seeing through the fog and telling you all about it.
For now, I'm frantically cleaning out closets and inventing new projects for myself that have nothing to do with cleaning. Nice.
Oh, and also: I'm working on a photo for you guys, but a photo requires me to pose in front of a camera and I haven't been doing a lot of that lately. The closest I've come to that is when Alice put every hat she could find on my head, finished off with some fabric bags, called me a birthday cake and then asked me to take a picture of her creation.
For those of you who have been pregnant, what was the craziest thing you did in the throws of THE NESTING?
...Let me also add that today is my mother's birthday, and although this post has NOTHING to do with her or her birthday, I'd like to wish her a very happy one. Filled with lots of cake and ice cream and time to do whatever she wants. I would not recommend cleaning out closets, mom, more along the lines of naps and such. Happy birthday, I love you. I'm nuts and you should be very glad that you're not here with me right now.