2:45 p.m.
We’ve given up. The ants are invading, and we’ve given up. They win. They’re trailing circles around the top of the stainless-steel butterfly step can, wending their way through the crack in the middle to the goodies inside. They’re parading across the countertops, scavenging drips and drabs from the undone dishes piling up. I’m too tired to do them. Scott’s too busy learning some new software that will help him get work, to do them.
Tired. Wherefore does this tired come from today? A new burst of baby growth, perhaps?
We’re 15 weeks today. So far all I’ve managed since waking is a haircut, lunch, and a nap. Oh well. Good thing I work from home and can postpone my project until later.
At least writing this is giving me the motivation to go get those dishes done, maybe. And that laundry, and and and… If this is how bad our housekeeping is now, I shudder to think about what our house will look like in the not so distant future when our new roommate arrives.