I've Hit A Wall

Stick a fork in me, I'm done. The flies are driving me insane, and I think the culprit is our little pool in the back yard. It doesn't help that the door is constantly left open and when you ask Noelle to close it she will look at you plainly and say "No thanks." I can't sit outside for long for two reasons, one I can't get up out of the chair to fulfill all of Noelle's requests and two its to damn hot! My clothes are so boring at this point in pregnancy that I'd almost rather go naked. I wandered about Target looking at possible solutions to my problem, but I can't bring myself to buy anything when I know the end is so close. I just kept telling myself that I'd be so much more happy buying myself something fun when this baby is out. I'm already sick of packing boxes. I figure a couple boxes a day is sufficient, however by the time I get that far I'm pooped. So cleaning goes out the window as does any parenting strategies I thought I had before now. Noelle has decided to launch a revolt and is no longer the nice, compliant child she was even two weeks ago. She calls us "bobbin heads," which I'm not sure what it is but I've threatened vinegar and soap and she doesn't care. That's her personal insult to me. Maybe I am a bobbin head and just don't realize it. Needless to say, if you see a post on here and I've spontaneously combusted, you'll know why. I just have to get through the next month or so and hopefully I'll be blissed out on the idea of a new house and preparing to give birth. (Personally I'd rather do that right now than anything.)