Interestingly, as I wrote that rambling title I realize these things seem to go together. Huh. I’m sitting on the couch staring at piles of folded laundry debating whether I need to get my exhausted pregnant self off the couch to put it away how or rest and do it later. (I was a nursery worker in a hectic nursery this am at church) Afterall I folded it all and sorted it. I was sick last week and cared for two sick kids under four. I am pregnant. That should all give me reason enough to sit here and stare at it. Right? All afternoon we’ve been giving orders to the 4 1/2 year old AppleBlossom to sort, fold and put away the diapers and panties. Balk! Day-dream. Complain of being sick, tired, and the works to just staring at the wall and not much has been accomplished. This has. . .