I’m reaching that point in pregnancy where all I want to do is lie and the couch and complain while everyone showers me with sympathy, delicious food and trashy magazines.
Unfortunately, my days are instead spent running around after two crazy kids who can’t seem to sit still, even while watching television. Neko has figured out how to make, even that, an aerobic activity.
So I made a trip to Target to gather a “survival kit” to get me through the end of this pregnancy. Secret weapons I can pull out mid-afternoon when it seems like 5:00pm is an unattainable goal.
Granted, this is not the beautiful, expensive wooden Quadrilla marble run I covet. But for $15 at Target, Shep was entranced for a full hour, and I think he’ll continue to be amazed. Yes, it does topple over if a light breeze comes along and only comes in day-glo colors, but my standards are plummeting daily.
I can see, however, I should have invested in extra marbles. When we opened the box we had 12, and now we seem to have about three. And the thought of getting on my hands and knees to look under the couch makes me want to vomit.