My body just plain hurts, but this baby can't come until tomorrow afternoon. DH promised to take us out to breakfast tomorrow. I've been CRAVING eggs overeasy with toast and bacon and hashbrowns. Plus I love watching 6let eat "cake, cakes."
Most importantly, I have a pedicure scheduled. My poor feet need it desperately and I have no idea when I'll be able to reach them again.
DH has had 2 jobs to do- move his ironing board out of the nursery and carry his clothes out of her closet to the basement closet. How many jobs has he done? None. What does he want to do tomorrow? Go to a home and garden show!
I still need to make up the bed in the guest room, but frankly don't care if it never happens.