Apparently, our new phone number used to be the phone number of a nearby Liberty Tax office. I've looked it up online and found that one site still lists our home number for this particular Liberty Tax office. Meanwhile, the official Liberty Tax website has the correct number. As a result, I have gotten quite a few Liberty Tax callers from time to time since moving here. I have tried calling the Liberty Tax office that used to have our number to ask them to correct the number on the web, but no one answered. And now, its tax time!
Needless to say, I have become something of an involuntary Liberty Tax receptionist. I'm actually quite good at it too. I answer and in a very friendly manner explain the situation to to the callers, directing them to the official website, where they can find the right number. Some, bless them, actually feel for my situation and appreciate my kindness, taking a moment to sympathize with me during a little small talk.
I know I need to keep calling Liberty Tax in order to get the situation rectified. Still, I figure if I keep this up, maybe I can negotiate a small salary arrangement for my services?
As I enter into the 2nd week of my 3rd trimester, I find that it is taking some extra special effort on my part not to complain. So, in efforts to not do that, I will turn my attention of some very real reasons for me to be thankful as I approach the end of this 4th pregnancy.
5 Reasons to Be Thankful in the 3rd Trimester of a 4th Pregnancy:
1. Believe it or not, I have unwittingly just about mastered the art of peeing in a cup.
2. I know exactly which arm has the "good vain" in it, which makes me a ray of sunshine for whichever tech has to draw my blood.
3. I have become quite a treat when it comes to interesting conversation for my midwives. When it comes pregnancy, birth, and post partum care, we find that I have stories. They have stories. I have stories. They have stories. We laugh, we joke, we could go on for hours!
4. I have come to terms with the fact that there is a special "wrath" I seem to direct toward hubby at the end of each pregnancy that really has nothing to do with him at all. Therefore, making it a bit easier to dismiss my misjudgements and to occasionally have a good laugh with him over how he can do no right in my hormone-clouded eyes.
5. I can rest assured that although the next few months may hold more aches and pains, a larger belly, and some sleepless nights, my vulnerability will inevitably draw me closer to the Lord. Besides, he really is the only one who is able to bear my attitude and my whining by the end of the pregnancy anyway. But, I know he cares and will carry me through, as he always does.
What about you? What kinds of things are you usually thankful for my the 3rd trimester of a pregnancy?
I'm just "stopping by" so you'll know I am still alive and well.
Recently, I have been quite the busy bee. For the sake of time, I will just give you the highlights:
I have been toying around with a new schedule:
Monday- Errands or Bedrooms (alternate) Tuesday- Dusting and Vacuuming Wednesday- Bathrooms and Kitchen/Mop Thursday- Laundry Friday- Mail/Filing/Homeschool Planning Saturday Morning- Library or Alone Time (alternate) Sunday- Church
So far, this has been working out fairly well. Nevertheless, this week both Monday and Tuesday turned into errand days. Actually, Friday is going to turn into one too.
I find that its weeks like this one, when I have many errands that have to be extended over more than one day, to be the most challenging when it comes to keeping up with any kind of weekly schedule. Of course, I can keep adjusting the schedule. I am open to any suggestions as to how I might improve it!
Urban Prep is on Spring Break this week. As a result, hubby has been able to work shorter days. This, coupled with the beautiful weather has meant some exciting trips to the park for 3 special little people!
I have discovered a new source of ruin to my diet: the Mocha Frappe at McDonald's . Have you tried it? Don't. You will be hooked. HOOKED, I say! Hooked!
Believe it or not, I have been working on quite a few blog post ideas, although they have not made it to the blog just yet.
There are times when blog post ideas are just flooding my mind and oozing out of my ears. Then, there are times when I am stumped and can't think of anything to say (if you know me, you know that these time are rare).
I've been tempted to ask you, the readers, what you would like to see more of on this blog. However, after I think about that for a while, I keep coming back to the same conclusion: that is not a good idea.
You see, if I ask you what you want me to blog about, then I would have this pressure to write about those things. With that comes the added pressure to be all witty and relevant and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I mean, that can be challenging, in a good way.
Or, it could suck the life right out of take away from what makes blogging fun: free expression. Free to do what I want to do.
But, I digress.
What I'm trying to say is that I have some exciting new blog post ideas and whenever I find time between all of my errands to put them up, I'm sure you will enjoy them!
Until then, I will leave you with this subliminal message interesting advertisement:
Remember when our television broke? I wasn't the least bit affected. Relieved, would actually be the word to best describe how I felt.
I was relieved and feeling quite satisfied with all of the non-media time that my family was experiencing. We were bonding. The children were expanding their creative imagination. I was getting out of the house more.
And then it happened.
My loving brother, who (God bless him) declared my not having a working television as Un-American, bought us a 26" HDTV for Christmas.
And now...
The word relapsed may just be an understatement.
Let's just say if you had visited us anytime in the past few weeks, you wouldn't have been able to keep count of the number of times you heard the question, "Where is the remote?"
Furthermore, instead of a normal family in the living room, you might have actually found this...
Nevertheless, God has granted me an opportunity to redeem my life from the clutches of the couch and the world of high definition. This week I will participate in the Prayer Revival hosted by my local church.
The Prayer Revival takes place a few times annually, and it calls for a fast and a "media-break". Thus, not only will I turn off my television, I will take a break from the internet as well.
Not checking in on the blogoshpere will be the most difficult part for me. However, we could all benefit from some time to consecrate and focus on prayer and bible study, could we not?
Haven't commented lately because my brain is mush right now, but I'm still reading:)
That makes two of us.
You see, I've been writing the same blog post for about a week now, and have yet to post it. I can't quite seem to get my thoughts together. I try and try to no avail.
After reading Tiffany's post and her reason for not commenting lately, I concluded that we are suffering from the same condition: mush brain.
Let's try for a definition, shall we?
Mush Brain: A condition in which, despite sincere effort, one fails to convey thoughts, ideas, and/or sentiments in a way that can be understood by another individual.
I usually suffer from mush brain when I'm expecting a baby. Tiffany is expecting. That explains her mush brain. But, I am not. So, that doesn't even leave me with a good excuse.
Nevertheless, I'll continue to work on the post in hopes to complete it soon. Maybe tomorrow...maybe.
I have 15 pounds and 12 ounces of pure man-child. He seems to be growing at a much faster pace than our girls did, with 4 teeth at only 4 months old! He is a joy. Everyone was right about that whole mother-son bond thing. There's just one problem.
He seems to have taken up a habit of soothing his aching gums during our nursing sessions. It's a cycle. He's in pain, I'm in pain. He's in pain, I'm in pain.
I've heard of pain bringing people closer together, but somehow this kind seems more likely to drive us apart.
This is why my posts have been a bit sporadic. I have a lot to say, just not much time to say it. I'm sure you've been here a time or two yourself, so I trust that you understand;)
Hopefully, the "whirl" will slow down soon so I can get back to the blogoshpere!
In the meantime, perhaps you can might want to get in on the fun their having at the My Husband Rocks Blog Party!
Click on the picture below to find out more about the party and the great giveaways!
We're curious as to if our son will look like his daddy or not. However, there's already some steep competition for the "daddy-look alike" in our family. I'm not sure if one can get much more closer than this. What do you think?
