Imagine a pinhole. That’s about a normal cervix. Here’s where I’m at….

Here’s what I have to get to….

So it’s a little after 8, and the boys are getting ready for bed. Teeth have been brushed, jammies are going on. B gets ready first, so we start picking out a book while T finishes getting dressed, which he does and then climbs into bed. By the time I get to him, he is under the blankets and ready for a kiss.

Every night he dictates exactly what sort of pre-sleep affection he will be requiring for the evening. Tonight it was the standard kiss and a hug (not to be confused with a hug and a kiss–a whole different matter entirely), with a raspberry on the neck thrown on the end. So he gets his kiss, then hug, and as I go in for the raspberry, he holds his finger up and tells me to hang on. You know, that little “wait a minute” sign. At least I think that’s what he’s doing with his finger pointed up. I ask what’s up and he says, “I have this boogie stuck on my finger”. (shows said boogie to me) “Hold on, I have to put it back.”

And yes, folks, he put it back. Right back where he found it. Somewhere half way up his nostril.

• Yesterday, we were discussing the fact that I will be in the hospital a bit longer than expected so I can get my tubes tied. She asked why I’m doing it, as she thought J was, and after I answered her she said, “Well, that’s good. You know, in case you ever have an affair or anything, you’ll be covered.”
• She has asked me to ask my doctor to do whatever she can to postpone my going into labor until she gets back from vacation, which she has scheduled the week I’m due.
• I was discussing with the boys where they would be going while I’m in the hospital, and told B that he gets to hang out with his god-father also (he thought only T was going to), and Grandma looks at me, then B, and with her most annoyed voice says, “I’m really feeling left out of all of this.”

I still got nothin’.

Actually, I have a bunch o’ thoughts, but I just can’t seem to focus at all. I wonder why….

We did manage to join the 1990′s and pick up a PS2. We got it from a friend for, more or less, beer money, and have been stuck on the couch since. The no-tv-on-school-nights rule has taken a flying leap. B is absolutely kicking his dad’s ass at Tony Hawk Underground, so his dad spends all day while he is at school trying to get some skillz. It’s not working out as well as he’d hoped it would. I am happily absorbed in Celebrity Death Match, which is the greatest game of all time to watch a 5 year old play.

T will not stop singing Santa Claus is Coming to Town. This happens every year in September, and does not stop until Christmas day. It is driving me out of my mind. I keep trying to get him to talk about Halloween, but oh no, Christmas is coming and nothing else matters. Someone make it stop.

That’s all I have as far as chains of thought go. I have no kids tonight for what may be the last time for many, many years. I can only assume that by Grandma’s next weekend, 2 weeks from now, I will be a tap for a small person. At least I’m hoping so. So maybe a beer, or too much coffee, tonight. We’ll see…

I hate September 16th. If you made a calendar without 9-16 on it, I would buy it. I will get through this god-awful day, and maybe…just maybe…be interesting tomorrow.