Today I am 34 weeks pregnant, which means I will, God willing, be having an actual baby in about 7 weeks. (I know there are some women out there for whom 34 weeks of pregnancy means a baby in 3 or 4 weeks, but I am not one of those women. I appear to have a very comfortable womb, whose occupants are loath to leave it.) I am writing this post to say, Internet, I am giving up sugar. (Again.) I am a sugar junkie but it is bad for my energy level, bad for my disposition, and bad for my plans to wear pants that zip at some point before Easter. I was in the sugar-free groove until bronchitis and Halloween hit me one after the other. Today I am throwing out the rest of the Swedish fish and eating a big salad instead. No sweets until Christmas, when I will be exactly 41 weeks pregnant. (This year I am never uncertain about how many days there are before Christmas.)
One of the things I would like to do with my soon-to-be-burbling font of green leafy energy is to have a FOO -- a Festival of Organization, in which I go through my house room by room and smite clutter and disorganization with the fearsome double-ended blade of willpower and nesting hormones.
Do I need three knitting bags tucked in between the library basket and the end table? Of course not -- away with them.
Will the boys really cry if I implement my proposed plan for Bionicle storage while they are at school, or will they be secretly grateful for the chaos diminishment? Don't answer that. No Bionicles will be harmed in the quest for less chaos, I promise.
Will my husband join in the effort to tidy up the man-cave-ly office which is overrun, at present, with cables and batteries and... and... assorted manly things? I suspect he will encourage me to find more homeless Bionicles instead. We shall see.
I have pretty much decided -- in fact, I am making a firm decision right now as I type -- to delay my attempts to get my early research project published. If you caught the occasional disappearing posts about that project, you might remember that my project director was not as responsive as I might have hoped she would be. Nothing has changed on that front, and it doesn't make a lot of sense to push hard to meet a self-imposed deadline when she isn't answering my emails. Hm, I might need to go back and edit this paragraph later. Upshot: I'm cutting that from my list, thinking I'll shoot for summer when she has fewer administrative responsibilities.
All right! I am going to address some Christmas card envelopes, and buy a couple of Christmas presents, and switch the laundry, and squeeze in a little work before I pick up Pete. Which means I need to move swiftly. See you later.
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