
Sad. Sad. Sad. I do have a few good excuses: 39 weeks pregnant and sick all week. I certainly didn't have the energy for much discipline. It shows.
Excuses mean nothing to the viewer. You thought your house was a disaster until you saw this didn't you? There...don't you feel better?? (Don't say I never gave you anything.)
I bet if I set myself in the middle of the room and stare at it long enough, it just might be enough to push me into labor. Kind of a fight or flight response. And right now, I'm all about flight. Run away...run very far away...
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