One More Day

One more day...

this makes me think of the Les Miserables song they sing before the revolution. Kind of fitting, kind of not. For me it's not a revolution I'm going into but hospitals and cardiologist galore, and possibly some long awaited answers I've been craving since the end of November.

My anticipation for the 23rd has been beyond intense the past few weeks, I've literally been counting down each day, and now here I am, at my one more day status.

Thank goodness!

I've spent the entire day trying to keep myself absolutely occupied. Last weekend it was crocheting, I made five baby hats and a scarf and hat for Collin, all within three days.

Today it was cupcakes.

I made over a hundred cupcakes that I'm storing in the freezer until Saturday for a friends baby shower.

Will I need a hundred cupcakes?

Chances are exceptionally slim that no, I won't.

Do I care?

No.

Not in the least, I mean it occupied four hours today.

Besides the fact that there will probably only be 25-30 people at the shower on Saturday, I needed to make those cupcakes, all one hundred this morning. But it wasn't enough, so then I decided to make frosting flowers to put on the cupcakes when I frost them Friday evening. I made a lot of those, probably too many. That's okay, that was another two hours.

Then I cleaned the kitchen, swept, mopped, dusted every surface, and then cleaned the bathroom. All the while I managed to talk to Rachel (my cousin), Betsy, Rachel (my neighbor watching the boys tomorrow), and Mandi on the phone, for a significant time each. And yet I'm still going, I mean, I'm writing a post! Oh, forgot to add in that I cleaned the boys room without making them help me either.

Am I nesting?

It seems a bit early to be doing so. Maybe I am, who knows.

If I am it's in preparation for the big day tomorrow.

Random little tid bit here, but I've been spending a lot of time with my children lately, I know, that's what mother's do, but with them being sick all last week and now with the past two days off from school it's seemed like more than normal.

Here are some odd things that have come out of Talin's mouth lately.

"Mom, you look skinny today, except for your belly, it looks real fat."
"Dad, I love your dreamy eyes, and sparkly teeth."
"I can't wait to grow up and get married, then I can have as many kids as I want."
"It's taking too long to grow up, I've been waiting forever!"

Well I'm off to vacuum the downstairs, make my bed, start dinner and fluff the couch, yeah, I said fluff the couch.