So. Tired.

I’m heading into the last stretch of this pregnancy and had planned to slow it all down considerably and yet somehow February is shaping up to be the busiest month I’ve had in a long, long time. With birthing classes, the symphany, playdates and a list of volunteer tasks that just won’t end I’m not entirely sure when I plan to sleep. Or when I plan to provide my daughter with a room of her own. The mattress for Callum’s toddler bed (Hi Michelle! ~hugs~~) is still sitting at the front door, while my craft supplies are strewn all over the spare bedroom in complete and utter disarray. I’m organizing. Really. So don’t touch anything.
Except Steve’s brother is coming down this weekend to look after Callum while Steve and I go out for dinner for my birthday (which, as birthday presents go, that’s a pretty sweet one!) so my crafts will have to be organized by tomorrow. Riiiiiight.
Last Friday I went for lunch at a cute little teahouse and had a quick 10 minutes fortune told and my tea leaves read. During this reading the lady said that my husband was having difficulties with his truck and it would cost some money, but no worries, it’ll be ok. I’m thinking that the woman is crazy because the truck is completely fine mechanically. Steve is working on cleaning up the interior but that’s about it. It snowed Sunday, so Steve drove the truck into work on Monday morning. Monday evening he couldn’t get it started to come home, ended up having it towed to the nearest shop and yeah, it’ll cost us. Now I’m officially creeped out. She also told me to watch the step out of the house (the only step is off back deck) because its slippery and I don’t need that. I haven’t set foot in the backyard since!