One thing I've noticed as a SAH mom: if I don't push myself hard enough, I feel lazy and guilty (not that Matt ever makes me feel like this; I do it to myself!). If I push myself too hard, I hurt the rest of the night (thank you, Pregnancy!)  So I guess I have to find a balance. Anyway, yesterday, I definitely pushed myself too hard. I was just in nesting mode, I guess, because I packed as much cleaning and laundry into the day as I could. Then, last night topped the cake. When Matt got off of work, we went on a walk (as we do almost every evening). It looked like rain, but I wanted to go anyway. So we started our normal one mile trek around the neighborhood, and when we were about 1/2 way done (at the farthest point from our house, of course), it started to rain. Just a drizzle at first, but I started to pick up the pace of my pregnancy waddle anyway. Then the drizzle turned to a downpour. Brooke was SO not impressed and let us know with loud wails (prissy little girl!). So I told Matt to run home. We must have been quite a sight: Matt sprinting, pushing a stroller, with a hysterical toddler, and 1/4 mile behind, me sopping wet and speed walking as fast as my pregnancy hugeness would allow. So Matt gets home and immediately puts Brooke in the carseat to drive around the block and come pick me up. What he doesn't know, is I've taken a side street so I could walk through our back yard (a short cut home). So as he is pulling away from our driveway, I'm now RUNNING (and huffing and puffing) through the back yard, waving my arms, yelling "MATT! STOP!") Of course, he doesn't hear me. So off he goes, closing the garage door behind him (there goes my shelter from the rain). So after about 3 or 4 minutes, he pulls back to the house and finds me standing huddled close to the house and laughing like a mad woman (I couldn't do anything but laugh at this point!) Matt had thought I'd fallen or been picked up by a loony so he was freaking out and proceeded to yell at me for taking a short cut (he apologized when sense took over). So we came in, changed out of our sopping clothes, and immediately after, it stopped raining. Great.  My hips and legs were torturing me for the rest of the night; Matt told me I sounded like an 80 year old woman every time I tried to stand or move. Brooke went to bed at 8:00 (very early for her), and I passed out on our still made bed soon after.

Today, Josiah and Maleah (my little siblings that my parents adopted from China) are having surgery. Both were born with cleft palate.  Josiah's was much worse, so he's having more reconstruction done on his lip today. Maleah is just having tubes put in her ears (a chronic problem for cleft children). Please pray for them, if you can (especially Josiah). It's so hard to watch a 5 and 4-year old have to recover from surgery! And pray for the sanity of my parents! I can't imagine having to watch my child go through all of this!

We bought new bedroom furniture over the weekend. You see, Chloe is getting our old dresser and we are buying new stuff for ourselves (yes, isn't that awful? :) )  I'm so excited for it to be delivered. I'm finally feeling like this house is my own. Of course, I am definitely slowing down my spending after this big purchase! But we got an awesome "Memorial Sale" deal so I can't complain.

http://www.furniturerow.com/BedroomExpressions/Hero-Bedroom-Group/Hero-4-Pc.-Queen-Group/prod390094/

For those who are wondering, no, we are not growing money trees in the backyard. All this decorating money is coming from a very large tax return we got this year. It's been nice to be able to spend without feeling guilty (well, too guilty that is!)

Anyway, I'd better get something done today. Hope everyone is well...