Aside from being SO HARD to wake up and get to work on time, Mondays irritate me more than any wink face, more than any classic pooh nursery decor, and more than drivers who don't yield from hwy 100 on to 7 west for ONE reason:
There is nothing good on tv. Historically, this has been true for Mondays. The last Monday night show I remember being excited for was 7th Heaven circa Simon bowl cut days. We're talking 1998, people.
Sure I went through a phase of Jon and Kate like the rest of America and I've watched a season or 3 of The Bachelor, but honestly, those were more "there's nothing better on to watch" decisions. Same goes for those 2 Monday Night Football games I've watched (ever) and the obvious choice when there really is nothing on: HGTV.
I had Dancing with the Stars on tonight out of default and I can't tell you how much I hate that show. And every dancing show for that matter. I don't know if it's the dancers or the hosts or the judges or the celebs...I can't put my finger on it, so it must be a combo of all 4 elements because I literally have shuttered in every episode I've watched. Someone, anyone, feel free to explain the appeal because I DON'T GET IT.
Once I'd had enough, I went in my room and organized a box of medicine and then my files from 2007 - 2010. Productive. It was phase 3 of my Spring Cleaning that started in mid-February. So far I've gone through my closet twice, my dresser once, and all my little stoarge boxes filled with products I never use and things I don't need. My new favorite places (besides the trash chute) have been the clothing/shoes giant mailboxes around SLP. I've made three trips there in the past 6 weeks and plan on a handful more before the birthday clock strikes 24.
Which reminds me. Happy 1 year to my blog. Seems like only yesterday I was doodling on Post-It notes trying to stay awake at work in a deathly silent basement dungeon.
In other news, you should check out my registries at Target and Babies R (how do I make it backwards?) Us. You should probably buy me the most expensive things first, but if those are all taken, an endless supply of dipes and wipes would still make me happy.
Also, say a prayer that I reach my deductible sooner rather than later. Baby has broken the Sister Christer bank due to having to take a $300+ profile picture amoung other things. (Blue Cross covered $1.84 of that.) And say a prayer that I stop freaking out about "what if I go into labor while I'm..." (fill in the blank). I've filled in that blank with every situation possible and every last one of them results in me panicking and being embarrassed. I have come to the conclusion that it needs to happen around dinner time while I'm watching Ellen the exact day of my due date. I've told the baby that and I plan on telling him every day for the next 16.5 weeks.
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