In the past week:
*The car got stolen because there are bad people AND I am an idiot who leaves spare keys in the glove box.
*The car came back to us after being rifled through and driven across town.
*I had to go down to the county police complex and spring my car. Brought the two little girls and was waiting around reading signs like "We accept s*x offenders on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays for Processing. No s*x offenders on Tuesdays and Thursdays." It was Wednesday. I was scared. The girls couldn't understand why I was so cross. "Get right over here and sit next to me. NOW!"
*I had my locks rekeyed in the house.
*I had to tell the locksmith "I know it looks like my house was ransacked, but it wasn't. It has just been a bad week."
*I haven't folded a single piece of laundry. Every day we just rifle through it looking for what we need. I wonder if there is therapy for this.
*I told me husband we had to announce number 5's pending arrival because wearing fat pants is not cutting it. "Pants on the ground, pants on the ground, looking like a fool with my pants on the ground." I need to bust out maternity clothes a full 7 months before the due date. Wowsers.
*Have had all 3 big kids come up to me, stick their faces in front of my stomach and talk to the baby. It's real cute and you realize how excited they are.
*My son is ecstatic at the prospect of a *possible* brother. Every time he sees me, he comes up and greets his "little friend" as he call him/her.