Manuela has begun her final leg of the pregnancy race. She was in fine form up to this point but of late she has hit the proverbial 'wall'. Lacking strength, energy, and emotional control, life in the Meloche residence was been very interesting. My lovely wife spends the lion's share of the day doing as much work as she can given her growing condition, which unfortunately, amounts to brushing her teeth and waddling to the bathroom every 15 minutes. This vigorous activity leaves her out of breath and needing a much needed respite. Mila, intuitively realizing that her keeper is on the ropes, takes full advantage of the situation by running amok and causing much mayhem. Yesterday, I came home from school to find my wife resting on the couch and Mila doing her best Picasso impersonation on my favorite microfiber chair. The current situation has caused a domestic gap, which of course, I willingly and eagerly filled. Following in my fathers footsteps I have hence mastered the art of sweeping dirt under rugs and cooking 'African chicken thighs'. This may sound like a complaint, but my cross is my joy!
2 comments:
Just 5 more weeks, followed by years and years. You can do it.
Rich Remember to put the pens away. Mila is a very creative child. She'll be decorating the walls next.
Hahaha...African Chicken Thighs! You poor thing - things really are desperate!
Be nice to Manuela...remember that she wouldn't be in this predicament if it weren't for you!
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