Once again, what in the world was I thinking?

So...yesterday morning, after breakfast, I decided to walk out the back door and attack the overgrown flower box in the backyard. I don't know why I decided to do this, I had already made plans to sew some curtains that morning! I don't remember having a bad dream about weeds or anything......

But, anyway, by 9am, the boys and I were outside whacking away at the grass and weeds growing in the planter box. Little Man was using his plastic bucket to carry the clumps over to the fence-line for me. XMan was whining about having to do manual labor. We were having us a grand ol' time. I continued to bark orders and chop away at the grass until I was satisfied that we could then plant my flower seeds.

Daddy just kind of looked at me like I was growing a third eyeball on my forehead.
He was getting ready for work, so that exempted him from the Tyranny of the Crazy Pregnant Lady. He started to mention that maybe I shouldn't be doing this, but I think the fact that I was holding the shovel at that moment stopped him. I don't know what was wrong with me!! I was like a mad woman on a mission!

Anyway, I ended up blistering my hands and the very thought of sewing all morning was painful. Ugh, then the dog started trying to "help" us dig up the seeds I had just planted. She caught the wrath of Mommy too. Sigh.....I need help. And I need to finish those doggone curtains....