2006, that is.

And my house is still messy.

After my last blog, I did make an effort at the things I said I was going to do. I did do some laundry. I did find new homes for their new toys. I did do something else that has since been so completely undone that I don’t remember what it was. And, then, without warning, all energy suddenly left my body. I’ve not done anything since.

The laundry is again piled up. The toys are no longer in their new homes, but are scattered about like homeless vagrants. The kitchen has a pile of mail on the counter, and a sinkful of dishes. I told Chris that since I asked him to do the dishes the other day, because there were just a few, and I was folding about seven loads of laundry, and then he just put them all in the sink and ran it full of soapy water to let them “soak” and then left them there and never did anything else with them that I would leave them there until he did decide to wash them, even if they sat there for two weeks. Yes, I know that was the longest run on sentence in history, but, what do I care? So, anyway, they’re still there sitting in a sinkful of water. My resistence is weakening, though, and I’m contemplating washing them myself. I hate sticking my hand in old dishwater, though, and haven’t brought myself to do it yet.

Aside from those things, though, it’s not so bad. It just looks as though a nuclear bomb went off in my house. But other than that…

So, I’m not quite as confidant in the whole “tidy end to 2005″ thing yet.

I have zero energy. That’s the main problem. I got all motivated, and then I bottomed out in the energy department. I guess it’s a combination of getting a bad sinus infection before I had really completely recovered from the virus, and just being pregnant. I’m tired. I spent half of yesterday in bed. I had to call the pastor and tell him that I didn’t think I was up to cleaning the church this week, slacker that I am. I just can’t imagine summoning up the energy to vacuum the church, much less the bathrooms and everything else. Vacuuming alone takes about an hour. Anyway, he was quite understanding, and I laid in bed most of the day. When Chris got home, we rode to Wartburg with him, to take his broadcast to the radio station, and then I deposited my cleaning check and we went to McDonalds.

I desire to do better today. But I’m tired.

Have you went into a coma yet? I know this is boring. Really, I do. I’m too tired to do anything exciting to blog about, though.

I have almost finished The Chronicles of Narnia. I’m going to be sad when I’m through. It’s been such an exciting, entertaining read. I’m on the second to last book. Does anyone think Caspian is a good name for a boy. I didn’t think so. I like it, though. It’s cool. I’m about to die to go see The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. Chris and I were going to have my mother-in-law watch the kids while we went and saw it last Friday, but then I had to go and get deathly ill.

Speaking of ill, I finally had my follow up with my OB on Wednesday, and everything was A-Ok. I had lost three pounds, but I was no longer dehydrated. They did an ultrasound, because they still couldn’t find the baby’s heartbeat with the doppler, and Boo is quite fine. S/he was kicking, and moving around. Chris and the kids got to see an u/s for the first time this pregnancy, so that was neat. Kyra was really excited about it. She jabbered the whole time to the nurse practitioner, who was prompted to ask me, “Does she always talk like this?”. I had to be honest, and say, “Yes. I’m afraid she got that from her mother.” Kyra told her, “I named her Baby Boo. Is that okay?”. The NP told her that it was okay, and that it was indeed a very good name. Kyra and I went in circles yesterday when I told her that she could call the baby Boo, but she needed to have a real name, too. Kyra insisted that Boo is a perfectly good name, and didn’t care one whit when I said that Boo would not be a very good name for a grown up. She insists that the baby’s name is “Boo Harmon! Just Boo Harmon!”

My brother and sister-in-law are coming home today. They are stationed in Nebraska, and Aaron wanted to come home to see Jason one last time, before he goes to Iraq in February. I can’t wait to see him. I’ve seen Tasha, his wife, twice since I’ve last saw him. He hasn’t been home since this past spring/summer. We’ll probably go to my mom’s this evening, after Chris gets off work, and visit with them.

Okay. Enough is enough.