The day that almost wasn't

I thought I was in labour today, even to the point of calling David at work to give him a 'wait for the call' sort of call and re-packing my hospital bag.

And then everything sort of wound down and I realized that this show was not going to start today.  It was disheartening, to say the least.

David got home at 3pm, listened to my pleas for just one hour alone, and took Samuel to the library to pick new library books together.  In their absence I cleaned the bathroom, washed the dishes, tidied the toys, changed Sam's bedding and wandered around the house picking up stuff and putting it down again.  I didn't vacuum, which I really wanted to, but ultimately I got a lot done.

I defrosted some chili, made a pot of rice and some tapioca pudding for dessert, and collapsed on the sofa to sulk the baby out.

And I wish I had any energy at all to make any of those things sound even vaguely interesting.