And then it was like someone turned on a faucet.
Or you know how on video games the guy takes a drink of something and bloop bloop bloop, his sad little tired about-to-lose-the-game life-hearts get refilled? That's how I've felt the last couple of days.
Bloop bloop bloop.
My energy came back. I credit all of you for making me feel ten zillion times better with your words. They rolled around in my head all weekend and comforted me and put me back on my feet. Thank you thank you thank you. Times ten zillion.
And guess what?
In addition to energy, I have also had motivation.
I cleaned my whole house yesterday and today. Every single room is clean. I also did all of the laundry. All of it. Every single piece. This has never, in my recollection, been done before. Every single thing has been washed, dried, folded, and put into a proper place.
My laundry room holds only empty laundry baskets. Our closets are full of choices.
Oh, the choices. As it turns out, we actually have quite a lot of clothes. Especially the kids. Whoo boy. I think I could dress Alice for two months and she wouldn't run out of stuff to wear.
Once I filled all of our closets, I decided to get the baby clothes down from the attic to see what things our January-born boy could possibly pass down to his little August-due brother. I hoisted my 31-weeks pregnant self up the rickety fold-down attic ladder and poked around until I located the proper box. It was heavy. I am wobbly. I got it to the top step but quickly felt myself losing control of it. I knew the kids were standing at the bottom of the stairs so I screamed "MOOOVVVEEE KIDS! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY! RUN AWAY! ALICE RUN AWAY!" but of course she didn't flinch and instead stood doe-eyed and curious as the box came flying at her from the top step. It clocked her in the face. There was nothing I could do but watch it happen and give her kisses.
The funny thing is that the actual little newborn baby boy, the one coming in August to live in our house and wear those clothes and be part of our family? I am practically shouting, "ALICE! A BABY! A REAL LIVE BABY! WE ARE HAVING ANOTHER BABY!" but she just stares at me, doe eyed and curious. She is so gonna get clocked in the face by his arrival. There is nothing I can do but watch it all happen. And give her kisses.