Whoa.
Where did this energy — this NATURAL, no-2nd-cup-of-coffee-needed energy — come from?
For weeks, I’ve gone from bed to chair to couch to loveseat and back to bed again. A mommy-sloth. Moving only when ABSOLUTELY necessary. Letting the house go to the kids and the dog (and, wow, they are not a clean group of creatures).
Having to rely on Hubby for any random bits of cleaning that was done . . . and any meal preparation too.
I. Was. Tired.
Yesterday, a new Mommy sprang out of bed — at 6:15 am, mind you. A mommy who didn’t shuffle down the stairs and to a kitchen chair. A mommy who didn’t look at her husband, eyes half closed, and growl when he cheerfully said, “Mornin.”
A new Mommy indeed.
After dressing the kidlets AND myself (yup, yup — no all-day jammies yesterday), I fixed breakfast and tackled the kitchen.
Then the dining room. . . the living room . . . the entry . . . the downstairs bathroom.
I swept, vacuumed, and mopped. I disinfected and dusted. I even attacked the baseboards and cabinets with a pail of hot, soapy water.
The stairs and upstairs hallway were cleaned, swept and scrubbed.
Seriously . . . WHAT happened to me?
It wasn’t a one-day deal; I woke up this morning, before 6:30 am, got dressed BEFORE I came downstairs. . . . . . . .
And vacuumed the furniture.
Something might be wrong with me.
(I’m a wee bit intimidated by my own self right now . . . is it possible the 2nd trimester energy isn’t a myth after all?)
