And now, the 4 o'clock challenge we all face but made particularly troublesome at a painful contraction-y 7.5 month pregnant state.
This. This is the state of the living room.
I'm sitting here with my feet up in the sunshine and it is staring at me.
And I at it.
Who will win?
Also there is that pesky 4 o'clock problem of dinner.
Who will make it?
Dada is working late, so I guess, me?
Maybe I could make a game of it with the 9 year old. How to make a chicken nugget dinner! Fun!
Maybe if I close my eyes it will disappear.
Nope. Didn't work.
And the kids are fighting which might require intervention.
I'm getting a contraction just thinking about getting up.
Dilemmas, dilemmas, dilemmas.
Oh but that sunshine...
What are you doing Green? I ask.
Picking up. Of course.
Oh right. My mistake. Of course.