Last Friday of Freedom aka my husband thinks I'm a jerk

So...I'm starting to get to that point where I'm realizing, "This is the last fill in the blank before we have the baby!"  Usually, it makes me excited.  I can't wait to start life as a mommy!

This morning, though, when Todd kissed me goodbye, I realized this is the last Friday ever of summer vacation by myself.  I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm sooooooooooooooooooo excited that next summer I'll be hanging out with my little princess, but it gave me a teensy tinsy moment of "aw, shucks".  No more sleeping as late as I want, no more laying out and reading chick lit while drinking cherry slushies...for one tiny second, I felt a little sad as my lazy, selfish summer days slipped right out of my fingertips...forever.  (Does that make me a horrible mom?)  

Luckily, my loving husband was right there with the assist to snap me back to reality.  "Well, at least you have summer vacation."  Ouch, someone was apparently a little grouchy this morning.

Thanks, hon.  Way to make me feel like a total jerk. 

So, I spent today cleaning, doing dishes, and washing baby clothes.  (When I should have been aimlessly wandering the aisles of Target drinking a cherry slushy...cherry slushies are very big to Summer Sara).  I even checked my work e-mail and threw up in my mouth a little when I saw all the e-mails about next week.  Blech.

I'm okay knowing that in two short months it won't ever be about me anymore, I get that.  I get that my whole paradigm will shift, the anchor of my universe will be a tiny, cooing little rosebud baby.  It's wonderful, I'm ready.  But, every once in awhile, the younger, brattier me buried inside whines when she realizes I will have to become a better housekeeper, an earlier riser, a more organized me.  And eveeeeeery once in awhile, like on my very last Freedom Friday ever, I have a little bit of trouble telling her to shut up.