Here are the sandwiches I made for Matt and myself for tomorrow -- YES, I label them. Each night I make us each a chicken sandwich to take to work in the morning so I won't have to rush around last minute. I try to write something different each time as well -- usually a lovey message to hubby to help get him through the day. Today's messages were "Girls Rule!" and "Boys Drool!" Mature. I know. But I see it as just another way to use my coloured Sharpie markers (as if I NEED an excuse).
I didn't have any calls again for work today, so my sandwich remained in the fridge until I resurrected it to munch on during Supernanny. However, by 3pm or so I had received a call from the agency for some work in a Year 6 class at the school in Droitwich for tomorrow.
DING! Don't mind if I do.
I also managed to get in nearly a mile and a half walking when I set out on foot to the Brierley Hill post office and then to the Property Shop to drop off our landlords' mail (since they have yet to get it re-directed). I thought at first the walking would feel nice, with fresh air and all...but that was all well and good until the shin splints set in. I attribute that largely to the increasing volume of the bump. I also have a distinct, yet undoubtedly sexy, 'duck-like' waddle now and have even less speed than before (which I believe Matt would calibrate at 'Tortoise' on a scale of Tortoise to Hare.) Let's hope I manage to make it comfortably around the school with ease tomorrow.
As much as I don't want to, I may have to play the maternity card after this week. The end is only getting closer and try as I might, mobility is certainly NOT getting any easier.
2 comments:
That is so cute!! :)
Haha...cute until he pointed out to me tonight that he apparently had blue-speckled bread. It seems I poked through the foil on a couple places -- lucky he didn't turn me in for trying to poison him, hehe.
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