Wake up...

Saturday was such a productive day. My laundry list of things we “needed” to accomplish this weekend was cut in half. I was incredibly impressed by our focus and went to sleep thinking that we would get everything done after similar activity on Sunday. I credit my own energy on Saturday to the prenatal yoga class I took that morning- it was wonderful. I think Wonderful Husband kept up with me because he didn’t feel he could claim to need a nap when his pregnant wife was running strong.

Sunday was a new day. Wonderful Husband woke up and decided to work on law school applications. I decided I would lie in bed a bit longer- three hours later I woke up. WH hadn’t really done much on his applications; though he made a fancy list of all the schools he could likely get into. We then went through the schools and decided on where he would apply based on where we want to live. We already had an idea of where he wanted to apply but felt the need to start that process over – we are bad about exploring ALL our options over and over and over.

I think I finally showered at 3pm on Sunday. Then I lounged around watching TV. At about 5pm I left the house for the first time to accompany WH to the season opener for our football team. We had a great time.

Oh in case anyone had any doubt, John Kerry is so going to lose. The ENTIRE, sold out stadium stood at the first listen of one of Toby Keith’s butt kicking American songs. Like the damn thing was the national anthem. This was after I had heard that in a recent poll, American women are almost evenly split on who to support in the election and that their number one concern was safety from terrorists. Forget women’s rights, head start funding cuts, WIC funding cuts, the new overtime rules, public education funding, the wage gap, increased air pollution that has caused a sharp increase in allergies and severe asthma in children, lack of health care, lack of senior citizen support and all the other things that affect their daily lives. Nope, someone in Abilene, Texas with two jobs, three kids, and no health care is more concerned with a terrorist attack. I lived through the attacks of Sept. 11th – I am not trivializing them. But give me a fucking break, ladies - No one is going to do anything to you in that Podunk town but these policies affect your life and your children. Wake up before it is too late.