I’ve been feeling “meh” today. I’ve reached that point of pregnancy where I’m tired of the whole thing. I am tired of being huge, of not being able to run anywhere near as fast and far as I’d like. I had a doctor’s appointment today and had to wait in the exam room for 30 minutes. That was long enough that I got caught in a rush hour traffic jam on the way home and sat on the road for another 30 minutes. Work has not been terribly productive. I’m trying to get ahead on stuff since I know that both of my books (fiction and non-fiction) will land back in my lap next week. And yet in the post NaNoWriMo void I just don’t feel like starting anything.
So that’s my naval gazing. Then, of course, there are all sorts of real unpleasant things (as opposed to my not-actually-horrible-I-just-feel-like-complaining things) going on in the wider world. I spent a lot of time on Twitter last night watching the feed come in from Ferguson, which was all incredibly depressing.
Anyway, I grabbed dinner post doctor’s appointment and came home to the kids. They wanted to open our gingerbread house kit. I really didn’t feel like it. I didn’t have the energy for a project. But I let them talk me into it. And it was actually… fun. A lot of fun. We iced that thing up and stuck candy all over it and the kids were happy and singing Christmas carols in their off-key but enthusiastic way the whole time. It was a little bright spot in the past 24 hours. Holiday magic can do that.
In other news: I am fascinated by the stuff that comes out of my kids’ mouths. At lunch the other day, the 7-year-old mentioned, casually, “One thing about the Bible, there’s not much about cavemen.” So we got into a discussion about this, and then he said “So here’s a joke. They found some old bodies. Do you know how they knew they were Adam and Eve?” Me: No. Kid: “Because they didn’t have belly buttons.” Which is interesting, because in most of the paintings, these two characters do. Hmmm.