Good gracious, it's been forever and a day since I made an entry. A whole lot has happened since I last posted. My pregnancy is going along quite smoothly. I am now 22 weeks pregnant, almost to the start of my third trimester! Woah, how did that happen? School is nearly out for the year, the kids have 8 days left. Time is really flying by.

Today is Mother's Day. It started out good enough. I'd got up at 5 AM on both Friday and Saturday, and then stayed up until 10 or later each night, so I was pretty exhausted last night. I need much more sleep than that on a good day, and when I'm not pregnant. This morning I planned to sleep in, but don't ya know I woke up at 8:30. Bah. I wanted to sleep until 10 or so. So, anyway. Kenzie brought me in a pair of earrings that she had bought me. We're broke, so I know I didn't get anything from Darrell. Oh well, nothing new I guess. The kids and Darrell then fixed me breakfast - scrambled eggs, toast, and milk - and I ate that. I got up and read online while I ate my breakfast.

To kind of veer off topic for a moment - we bought another trailer. It belonged to two old women down the road. They lost the land it was sitting on and had to move it. Well, they only moved it up the road, right across the street from our house, and there it's been sitting for the better part of a year. We recently contacted them about buying it, and we finally agreed on a price and paid them yesterday. It needs a few very minor things fixed (like the bathroom floor needs replaced), and then more cosmetic stuff - paint, new carpet, new vinyl, etc. We are going to let my mom live there while she needs to. When she moves, whenever that may be, we'll decide what to do with it then. (ie. rent it out, sell it)

So this morning, first thing after breakfast, everyone dashes off over there to do cleaning, tearing up carpets, etc. Here I am sitting in a quite filthy house that I did NOT make this way alone, thinking to myself that something is wrong with this picture. I told the kids it was time to start cleaning (they were still here watching cartoons), and they both jumped up and said 'Oh, we're supposed to be helping Granny' and ran off. So here I am in the house, alone, the very dirty house, cleaning it by myself. I was pretty pissed off about it - it IS Mother's Day, after all. Can't they at least help me clean the damn house? - and I've been pretty hormonal the past couple of days. So, I started bawling. I was cleaning while I was crying. Heh. Then Hunter comes in and asks me if I need help. No doubt, made to come in by Darrell. I told him no, and to go back outside. By then, I really didn't want anyone to be in here with me. I went to close my bedroom door - I was cleaning it first - and my mom saw me crying. She of course had to come to my door and ask me if I was okay. I told her to leave me alone and she went outside. Then a little bit later, Darrell came in asking me what was wrong. I said nothing, haha. I am just the type of person that when I am upset and in the moment, I don't want to talk. I want to be left alone until I'm over it, and then if I need to talk, I will. So he went back outside and I kept cleaning. Then before I knew it, Mom and Darrell had both come inside and started cleaning. So, apparently they figured out why I was pissed off. But then I had to fight feeling guilty - essentially throwing a tantrum so they'd help. Heh. But I didn't want them to come in and help because I got mad. I wanted help to begin with because I'm not the maid around here, and I don't live here alone - therefore the mess is not mine alone. And I had hoped people would want to help me to take a load off since it IS Mother's Day.

Or maybe I'm just a big whiny baby. Who knows.