it's been a labor day around here for sure. the husband and i clean out the carport closet but once a year, and today was the day.
satisfying, yes. tiring, dirty, yes. yes.
i sat down for a bit (okay, so i was doing a lot of sitting down 'for a bit' and also fetching the little girls' needs, cleaning boo-boos, breaking up fights, getting out play-doh, having a picnic. . ) and felt this weird feeling that took my breath away, and my stomach sank a little. what was that? i wondered. and then it hit me. a Braxton contraction!
oh my. waaaay too early, in my mind. so, here i am. feet up. cooling off.
we find out if we'll be buying more PINK paint or BLUE paint this Thursday. are you excited? me too. but. . you'll have to be held in suspense for a couple more weeks, because we are 'announcing' the newest gender at miss poopy shorts' birthday party on the 25th to the flam-damily.. that's right, folks. the big 2 YEARS old.
the husband and i are headed to Dallas next week for a conference with some of our church folk--really fun church folk, and that's exciting to me. i love traveling with friends, outside our regular TRCC world.
a very exciting non-profit will be starting up soon for our fourth season. is that right? i might have to re-check that. anyways, i'll be blogging about this in the coming weeks, as i am working on getting the website up & running. . but get ready to learn about Young Moms--a teen parenting community here in Rome, GA. cool stuff.
annnd, i'll end with this thought: ever feel like you want to sit on a bag of frozen peas?
and i accidentally deleted my signature. dad-blast it.