One of the more miserable parts of the first trimester funk is knowing how badly you need to do things but not being able to do them.
Nine weeks was a bad week for me, and I spent most of it in bed. But ten weeks brought (as it typically does) a fresh wind of energy in the form of one good day (usually followed by four bad ones) and I used the opportunity to do what I’ve been thinking about doing that whole week I was stuck in bed.
I had become mildly obsessed with the idea of swapping the rugs in the living room and the girls’ room. The rug in the girls’ rug was actually bought for the basement and moved into their room a few months ago. The rug that was in the living room was actually bought for the room that Elvie and Eldore were sharing at the time. So I hoped to swap them mostly because I thought the (current) girls’ rug had more autumnal vibes. I don’t decorate for seasons very much, but I did like the idea of having a rug with a fallish feel to it for a little while.
I also very, very badly needed to clean the girls’ room, which had what seemed like a permanent layer of toys and clothes on the floor that had been there since my morning sickness started in earnest four weeks ago. For some reason, “swap the rugs” felt more exciting than “clean the floor.”
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