I'm definitely running out of patience. This morning when I got up to go to the bathroom, I discovered that someone had knocked the container of Q-tips to the floor and not bothered to pick ANY of it up, and also the toilet paper was no longer on the holder, but was on the floor.
I was so frustrated I actually typed up a note in 48 pt. font asking my family to please, please pick up after themselves. Why do I feel like such a
Surely this is a reasonable request, no? Or do I have "MAID" tatooed on my forehead that no one has told me about?
The last thing I want to do is go to the store for wipes, lightbubls, and dish detergent - I, too, just want to hole up in bed and HAVE THIS BABY!!!
Zek_grrl, that comment may have actually been a misguided compliment. Your relative probably (hopefully) meant that you were looking good for how far along you are, and not huge. I have had a couple of co-workers comment that I don't seem like I'm due in 2 weeks, that I don't seem as big, etc. and I totally take it as a compliment because I *AM* huge and I know it! I have ONE pair of pants that fit, and no energy to go buy more. My legs are short and I don't sew, so it means going to one store to buy pants, and another store to buy the no-sew sticky tape things so that the pants won't drag on the floor when I walk. So can I please just wear sweatpants to work? Please? Can I go back to bed, actually? *cranky*