I never thought I’d wish I had taken that quote from Mean Girls more seriously! No, I’m not dying, that would be evil for Camille. Can’t stick him with 4 kids and move on to the pearly gates alone! I just, like most people I would imagine, get anxious towards the end. Anxious that I will go into labour somewhere public or sometime when I can’t reach Camille right away. Or over the weekend the UFC is in Winnipeg. That would be the real kick in the box. I already can’t go see them live, would be a shame to not be able to order them as well.
Aside from feeling worse pregnancy wise, I do feel like I actually accomplished more with my day than I have in quite some time. I made homemade buns for lunch:
And they turned out fabulous as usual and made my house smell delicious.
I also forced myself to sit down and finish all the rest of the square joining on the baby blanket, so now all it needs is the 2 rows of border and it is complete!
The kids were bathed, Morgan showered, I even unloaded the dishwasher of clean dishes and loaded it back up with dirty ones! Shocking considering I’m fairly certain I haven’t emptied the dishwasher, before most of the clean dishes have been used again that is, in at least a month. Hell, I even used the crockpot and started supper this afternoon which was a huge stress reliever for me. I got to catch up on some of the crafty podcasts that I subscribe too and even managed to download and read the first few pages of the new issue of The Simple Things, which hit my phones newsstand today.
And now the kids are in bed/jammies and watching a movie. The men folk are attempting to put the bay window back in the living room. And I am going to relax and work on the blanket border and bake THESE banana cinnamon cupcakes, I believe. She posted them on Instagram earlier today, then blogged the recipe and they look delicious and I have bananas perfect for them. Destiny!