So it's May, not just May the middle of May. A time when the sun should be shining and the birds chirping and the warmth of spring should be soothing my skin and making me itch to go outside on a walk. It's the time I dreamed of while pregnant. Loading my beautiful baby boy up in his fancy stroller and taking a much needed spring walk in my pre-pregnancy jeans with my cute pre-pregnancy shirt that I wore this time last year. Pride and joy would be beaming on my face. I woke up this morning to realize that dream had been shattered and into many pieces. It isn't just that the sun refused to shine and then when it finally does we have a bacterial infection causing us all to pile up on the sofa with enough cough drops to feed a small tribe in Africa but it is also the fact that my fancy stroller that my Dad so nicely spent lots of money on locks up and makes this awful clicking sound that by the end of a walk makes me want to check myself into a mental hospital. Then there is the case of the pregnancy weight that I think while I was putting it on decided to adhere itself to my body using some form of super glue so no those blessed pre-pregnancy clothes aren't even close to fitting. So this morning I had a reality check. I looked around my house and wondered why I had made it to spring and not one of the indoor projects I thought should be done weren't done so I could move to outdoor projects. No the pile on the computer desk with a sticky note about half way down "To file ASAP" is still gaining in height. The cluttered entry closet is gaining shoes and dog toys and chemicals for the hot tub and anything else I can't imagine where else it would go. The babies room looks like the baby gap exploded in there with clothes from this person and clothes from that person and the clothes I bought there and the cute swim trunks from Target and the great onsie from Auntie and the cute outfit from Grandma all with no place to go because the closet is draining out into the room with the Baby Bjorn Gavin is just to big for and the sheets that didn't fit the play yard and the baby books that need a bookshelf and the tons of blankets that I don't know where else to put. I wander around my house wondering why none of this is done what have I been doing these past 6 months and then I hear him "ummm" "hmm" "BAH" and remember That is what I have been doing taking care of that cute little bundle of joy that I love more and more each day. So instead of tackling one of those piles I do a load of dishes, dust a few of the surfaces in the living room and dining room and take a moment to tell you all about how I might never catch up with all these messes and it might take me hours in the gym to get back to my pre-grenancy weight but you know what Gavin is worth it.