What She Wore: red, short-sleeve polo with a small ruffle on the collar and cuffs; navy blue skirt with white polka dots; black, strappy sandals. I can’t match any more. I’ve reached the "I can’t wear my shoes because my feet are so puffy" stage. Curses.
I shoud be posting today. Or at least blog-walking. Something.
But truthfully, I’m such a mish-mash of crazy emotions that I’d rather not try to blog it out. I’m just going to stew.
There are good things and bad–really, I think I just can’t wrap my brain around all the changes that are getting ready to take place. My husband is looking for a job, there’s a baby coming, and it’s the end of a school year which is always a little bitter sweet.
So I’m trying to breathe: Going to watch a soft ball game at the park. Eating a sno-ball. Sitting outside on the back porch. Anything to keep me from thinking too much about the impending craziness.
Only two more days of school.