My new mantra is, “Someday, I will miss this.”

With my constantly expanding belly and to-do list, it is my way of reminding myself to Stop and Smell the Roses, so to speak. 

For instance:

When they are both fighting to sit in my lap while we eat lunch, I try to remember that someday they won’t want to be seen with me – nevermind cuddle.

When they are hitting “repeat” on the CD player and listening to Pachelbel’s Canon in D for the 700th time while they dance around the living room, I try to remember that someday Delaney will play that song at her wedding while I huddle under a table sobbing uncontrollably.

I’ll write more examples later.  Right now I have to go figure out why things are suddenly eerily quiet…

At any rate, saying “Someday I will miss this…someday I will miss this…someday I will miss this,” seems to be much better than screaming “SERENITY NOW!!!!” which is what I was doing before.

We finally got our tax refund deposited into our account yesterday, it was so thrilling!  Especially because, due to a paperwork snafu, I thought I might be investigated by the IRS and never paid anything.  But yesterday I checked my bank account on line, and there it was!

So, I sat down and paid the water bill, registered the new minivan (another story for another time), cut the final check to cover our new vinyl siding and paid a credit card bill.

And. It. Was. Gone.

My life is so utterly exciting and decadent!

I’m laughing at my “About Me” section that says I’m sick of people stopping me in the grocery store to say, “Wow, you are going to be busy.”

I wrote that when I was pregnant with David and Delaney was 20 months old.  Now that Delaney is 4, David is 2 and I am 6 months pregnant, when I waddle through the grocery store people don’t say anything.  They just stare at me with a look that says, “Jeez lady, don’t you know they sell condoms in Aisle 2?!??!”