Sometimes the ratings on Goodreads are just not that accurate.

I feel awful, just terrible, really downright pathetic. Why? Because for the first time since the induction of our book group in October I have failed to read the current month's selection before the bookgroup meeting.

Now I could tell you it's because I'm so big and pregnant, but that would be a lie. Because being so big and pregnant allows me to read more often because I can't do other stuff I normally would be doing. I could tell you it's because I've been too busy, but that too, I'm afraid would be a lie. I have actually read a book and a half this weekend (The Perks of Being a Wallflower and The Sorcerer's Stone).

I haven't read this month's book because I just couldn't. I mean I tried to, I really did. I spent over a week on it and only got 75 pages in, that to me is not a good sign. Even most books I find laborous go faster than that for me. But everything about the book was irritating me, I just had to stop. First off I had an uncorrected proof purchased from a seller on Amazon, and it was full of errors, which for some reason I find really annoying even though this post alone is probably full of grammatical errors and bad spelling.

So now in a few short hours I have to go to book group and tell a group of other women that not only could I not finish a book (the first time for me at book group), I have to tell someone who loves this book and has read it twice, why I didn't read this book.

I MUST be nesting

I never had the nesting instinct with Bailey and Cooper. I was perfectly content to be as lazy as possible for 39 weeks. I actually let so many things fall into demise that it was pretty shameful. This morning I have been cleaning (for three hours now) a room that hasn't been cleaned in 2.5 years or before I became pregnant with the twins. No, it isn't the bathroom, that's just gross. It's the office actually. Maybe I will actually get some work done in there now. I guess this is what they mean by nesting?

All Good Things Must Come To An End

So remember last week or so when I was venting about my large picture project of deleting, transfering and saving thousands of pictures onto my external harddrive? Well, it was perfect timing because I fear that my beloved Toshiba Satellite A105 is on it's last leg.

I haven't been able to completely diagnosis exactly what in tarnation is wrong with my computer, other than it is approaching three years in our household and that appears to be about the time that our computers just get down right sick of us. I want to blame Google Chrome, or that disk my sister-in-law sent me, or even my recent removing of the plastic protective sticker for the screen for the demise of my Satellite but it was probably a slow demise that I only just began to realize when the silly thing started to freeze up on me.

Today, my computer, which I never named because I just don't do things like name my computer "little geek" (sorry Tyler), had a huge tantrum. It froze up on me. It told me I could wait for a response or "kill them" with an angry face. It was scary to be honest. Then when I restarted it I tried to use the fingerprint reader and it told me things like "too fuzzy" and "skewed" when the only messages I've ever seen before were "too fast" and "too short". I actually had to type in a password, bummer. Then nothing. No icons or bottom control panel. Unfortunately, I am not a computer genius. In all honesty, when it comes to computers I come off as a girl of very little brain. I could only sigh, shut it down again, and be without interactions on the world wide web for most of the day.

There are a few things that can be done, or so I've been told. I've never even defragmented my computer, not even once, and apparently that is a bad thing. We may be able to medicate it a little, keep it moving a little longer but I know, deep down, that the computer I bought to accompany me on IVF bedrest is on it's way out.

Most people would be happy with the prospect of buying a new computer, and I'm not entirely saying I'm not. But I hate to spend the money. And I hate to start over. I hate change. Losing the fingerprint reader on the other hand, may be a blessing, it was the most finicky device I have ever been in contact with on a regular basis.

Point Well Proven

This morning I was going through the house changing my numerous calendars over to July when I noticed on one of my calendars how close we are to Bailey and Cooper turning 18 months old. I jokingly said "Why are you guys doing this to me, growing up so fast, you know I don't want you to grow up."

To which Bailey replied, at the top of her lungs I might add, "Sor-reeee".