Pass the Klenex

I should be let into prisons to cough all over the inmates, to worsen the punishment of law breakers. I have the same cold that Brad and Turner had a week or so ago. I usually am spared but not this time. I am so tired. I couldn't sleep because I was coughing so much and can't breathe through my nose. I got out of bed last night and laid on the couch in attempts to let Brad have a little sleep. I don't know how mouth breathers do it. If I am forced to breathe through my mouth I'll do it to survive but if this was everyday I'd have to get something done.
Other than being yucky I have been productive as of late. I'm making baby gifts, because everyone in Utah is pregnant. No really, even the men here are knocked up. I have taken out my sewing machine and taught myself how to make baby slings, high chair covers, aprons, and even clothes for Tate.
I feel bad, I didn't make clothes for Turner. Boy clothes are hard. A sundress is basically a sack made out of pretty material and requires little or no brain power to complete. I did make Turner his own apron to wear for crafting or cooking. I'll finish the matching one for Brad today if Turner takes a good nap. Perhaps I am nesting. Perhaps it's a last ditch effort to take up a hobby before the baby gets here and I barely have time for teeth brushing.
I work well on little sleep. I have energy to do things, just no energy to think clearly. I told Turner to get in his sink and get buckled up yesterday. You know the new sink car seats that came out last month? They're great, just strap your child in right above the drain and potty train as you drive. Yes delirium is setting in. Speaking of potty training, Turner seems to be all finished up. He uses the potty reliably and only wears a pull-up to sleep in because mom's not ready to have to change sheets should an accident occur.
I think the recent wave of craftiness is helping by keeping my busy when it's quiet around here. If I am busy I can't get pissy about not knowing where we'll be moving. Which is helpful when I am trying to not kill my husband. Mr Bradley is working today. I wish he were off, he's been rather enjoyable lately. I have decided that I wasn't meant to meet Brad when he was a teenager, I would've hated him. I met him when he was twenty six. Still wild, still temperamental, and sexy as all get out. I liked him in his twenties, we found someone to run wild with in each other. But my favorite is definitely his thirties. I love him so much more as a thirty something. He's settled, sure of himself, less temperamental, and still sexy as hell. He's still the most handsome man in any room. I can't wait for Brad to be in his forties. A little more grey, a little more laid back, and all mine.
I'm turning twenty-nine this year. I have a love/hate relationship with my birthday. Love the presents, hate getting older. I know there's nothing wrong with getting older. Every year my life gets better. I don't feel any older than I did at eighteen, except I can't party all night(nor do I want to). Who knows, maybe my thirties will be just as great as I think Brad's are. For now I have a wall scaling, mess making super hero to keep my mind off of it.