Disregard if you want.
Some days this mothering bit kicks my butt. I’ve been having a rockin’ awesome week so far and its still been amazing but today is throwing me some curve balls that I did not anticipate having. Like not showering in the morning first thing. Like James getting out of bed and coming into our room at midnight so we could put his underwear back on his bare little butt after he went potty. Like not being able to get to sleep again until 5 a.m. or so because of the interrupted sleep and the freak weather change once again and it being so dang hot in the bedroom. Like neither boy taking a nap until I laid down the law and the law won, 2 hours after they’d been lolly-gagging around in the dark. Mainly it’s James’ newfound freedom of climbing down out of his loft bed that is driving me bananas… I don’t know why that worries me so, but all of a sudden he has total and complete access to the entire house at night. Well, except the kitchen. We have that gated off and he hasn’t figured out getting INTO the kitchen though he is very good at getting OUT OF the kitchen. At least the deadbolt on the front door is impossible to unlock from the inside. Don’t need to fix that anytime soon…
There. If I can’t vent here, I don’t know where to turn. I do feel much better and we will survive. I won’t have any dishes to do tonight since we’ll probably end up at a fast-food place after going to see David at work around 5:30 tonight, and I will try to see if I can’t get at least a Dr Pepper and some ice cream out of the deal. 
Midwife appointment tomorrow. I’m going to ask them to do an internal since my next appointment will be 36w4d along and my gut tells me this baby is coming earlier rather than later.
