Yeah.

I have come to the realization that nothing is possible when I am pregnant, other than growing a baby.

This is my daily schedule:

• Wake up and decide that however Jooj's hair is is just fine for school.
• Scrounge money for her to buy lunch because I cannot possibly be held accountable for the creating of a PB&J.
• Change Buster's diaper. Leave it in his room because I cannot possibly take both him AND a diaper downstairs.
• Put a load of laundry in the washer/rewash the same load from yesterday*.
• Get a bottle of root beer from the pantry upstairs.
• Vomit from the smell of Buster's dirty diaper in his room.
• Drink two liters of root beer.
• Listen attentively for signs that Buster is still alive somewhere in the house.
• Cry.
• Look at Pinterest**.
• Feed Buster one chicken nugget.
• Make executive decision as to just how wet Buster's clothes need to be*** before I change his outfit.
• Drink two liters of root beer.
• Vomit from the smell of Buster's dirty diaper in his room.
• Put Buster down for nap.
• Put self down for nap. Bring Oreos.
• Hit snooze.
• Grab Buster, unchanged, from his nap and pick Jooj up from First Grade.
• Cry.
• Drink two liters of root beer.
• Cry.
• Drink two liters of root beer.
• Listen attentively for signs that both children are alive somewhere in the house.
• Take Jooj to karate.
• Cry.
• Compose increasingly desperate text messages to W.
• Cry.
• Cry.
• Rewash the laundry from the morning.
• Cry.
• Decide on which kind of cold cereal we will feature for dinner.
• Cry.
• Cry on W when he walks in the door.
• Go upstairs to rest "for just a minute." Take Oreos.
  
• Vomit from smell of Buster's dirty diapers.
• Wake up at 10 pm.
• Cry.
• Pee.
• Go back to sleep.
• Wake up at midnight and vomit.

Now do you see why there is not so much blogging? I mean, I am practically JAM PACKED over here.

Also, things that are not on this list:

• bathe self or others
• clean
• form sentences
• read scriptures
• pay bills
• think about things
• fill up gas tank
• decorate for holidays
• write more than 140 characters in a row
• be nice to husband
• enforce chores
• answer phone
  

Only one-to-three more months of this! Then a whole NEW level of rootbeer and crying. Yay.

*The latter
**Follow me on Pinterest. If you need an invite, leave me a note in the comments.
***Because he was in the dog's water bowl. Duh.