The inexplicable boredom of my maternity leave with no baby has brought me to several conclusions.
- Thank the good Lord for Netflix.
- Cats do nothing during the day, but sleep
- I am in love with Cooking Light magazine.
Things that I refuse to do until baby is here.
- Pluck my eyebrows.
- Shave my legs.
Why? Because I’m a freak. That’s why. And for some reason watching my eyebrows grow until a luxurious and thick uni-brow makes me feel as if something is being accomplished during this waiting process. Besides, I am one of those sick people that will have an orgasmic sense of satisfaction when I finally go into the spa to have them waxed. I know. Freak.
Here are my eyebrows in all their fuzzy glory.
Don’t worry – I won’t make you look at my leg hair.
On a more positive note – my husband has been putting trying so hard to help me out around the house, and has been filling my car up with gas, and helping with the grocery shopping.
A few weeks ago, I came home from work and one of the cat’s had a nice dollop of poo on his tail and he had been running around the house with it like that for, obviously, quite a while.
“Honey, if the cat has poo on his tail. Can you please not let him run all over the house with it?”
“Oh, of course, I’m sorry – I didn’t even think about it (man brain). I won’t”
So, today I came home and I tried to open the bathroom door it and it refuses to open. So I shoved it and peered inside, and there was a Pet Taxi with a very disgruntled Boudreaux. So, I called AK at work.
“Dear, why is Boudreaux in a box locked in the bathroom?”
“He had poo on his tail and I didn’t want to let him run all over the house with it, I thought that was what you wanted. Did I do something wrong?”
“Oh, no. It’s fine. Thank you.”
This offered me way too much entertainment. Thank you dear – for making me laugh.
