Summary of the day in which I really go crazy and my husband tells me that there’s a ghost in the bathroom. Just hours before dark.
So apparently this is what my life will be forevermore. Destined to roam the halls (uh, hall…) of my basement apartment eating teeny weeny amounts of food and trying to nourish self and unborn. I read an old post of mine earlier today, one in which I came home from a full day’s work, took a nap, watched a favorite tv show, cleaned my ENTIRE apartment, made dinner, and then exercised. Here’s the kicker, I was THEN ABLE TO GET UP AND WORK THE NEXT DAY. If I am at any point ever able to do more than two of the things on that list in the same day again I will rejoice. Angels singing hallelujah. Also, I used to be funnier. And probably cuter, and definitely thinner. I am currently demoted to at the very MOST second in any footrace, as my belly precedes me into any room or through any ribbon marking finish lines in general. Booo. Not that I like footraces before, but the option was always there, you know?
Oh yeah- and after catching some weird light-flickering moment in the baby’s room earlier I turned to John and said, “I think I’ve been seeing things lately.” “Like what?” he replied. “Like movement in other rooms.” He looked at me with squinty eyes, “Me too.” To which I repsonded by breaking out into scary freaked out chill bumps. “Like when?” I asked. “Like when I’m in the bathroom.”
So yes. Please tell your wife with the INFLAMMATORY BOWEL PROBLEMS that THE BATHROOM IS HAUNTED. As if the toilet wasn’t already my favorite favorite place to be. Geez Louise.
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wrote on 19 July 2008 at 16:33
Erin, On good days i see movement in my bathroom too, is that the kind of movement John was refering to? LOL