(Please imagine the cheeriest tone possible…)
“I know, I’m so tired I almost fell asleep in a meeting today. I stayed up way too late fixing that railing last night,” – after me, racing to pizza by 6:15, getting to chorus by 5, picking up Z by 4, picking up D at 3, going to a meeting at 2, working 8:30-1, and staying up all night because it feels like someone is trying to obliterate my bladder, my heart is on fire and a wide swath of my skin is caught in a taffy-pull.
“If anyone asked, Adoption versus Pregnancy, I’m afraid I’d have to say Adoption. So far this pregnancy thing is actually, like, pretty bad,” – with me passed-out on the couch after vomitting (Week 13).
“All the baby hormones were supposed to make your hair and skin look amazing, what happened?” – as I’m about to leave for work.
“Well, kids, I guess the second-trimester honeymoon is over!” – as I resentfully serve the family a dinner that took two hours to make following a particularly grueling day with the girls.
“Honey, I hate to say this, but I think I detected a waddle in your walk this morning,” – upon seeing me stumble down the hall to the bathroom for the hundredth time that day.
If you know the person who may have so innocently said all of these things then you already know the growth potential for this list is extremely high. It may require its own sidebar.
Go Red Sox!