I am seriously slacking on my Vocab lessons lately. Which is a shame, because I’m totally learning all kinds of funny new words since I started reading Harry Potter en francais. Anyone want to know what a crapaud is? Or a baguette magique? All in good time, folks, all in good time.
Because if I can wait another 2 weeks for this bébé to come out, you can wait until Friday to learn whether or not baguette magique is a dirty word.
In the meantime, I’ll share with you a litany of excuses for why I’ve been blog-slacking. For starters, I’ve got a tiny human pushing on my bladder/spine and sucking out my life force. I also happen to be in some insane nesting phase which inspires me to do nothing more than bake and organize the closet. Then I somehow got a cold and a cough.
Which is why it sounded like a great idea to retrieve my big honkin SUV stroller from the depths of Husband’s office on Friday. So I lugged my lazy, congested self over there, put the thing together, loaded it up with all the other packages I ordered and pushed it home. Uphill. Which took me 40 minutes or so (not counting the stop at the grocery store, where I proceeded to misjudge the width of my giant stroller and take out an aisle of cereal boxes).
And after making it home, sweating and false-contraction-ing, and realizing that my new stroller doesn’t even fit through my front door, I proceeded to pass out on the couch and refused to get up until Saturday afternoon.
That’s when my nesting instincts and I dragged poor Husband to the BHV (otherwise known as the 7 circles of hell–with a hardware store in the basement!) to buy some picture frames. And after fighting the crowds, we both passed out on the couch and didn’t get up until Sunday afternoon.
At which point Husband said we should just sit back and “enjoy the last quiet days of our lives.” And with that apocalyptic sentence ringing in my ears, I decided to bake some blueberry muffins.
So there you have it. But I’m back on the blogging train this week, I promise. No more lame excuses! At least until labor sets in!
Unlikely Diplomat 