Venting time:

We have a chorus concert tonight (because I'm a damn genius). So, I am mostly staying off my feet today so I have some hope of not falling over during the concert (we do have chairs). My husband decided that he wanted to do the magnetic knife block project that has been on the list for over a year. Fine. I mean, the house is a mess, and people are coming over on Monday, but, whatever, fine. I cannot help. He's been in at least 4 times to ask my opinion on things/brainstorm how to do the project. THIS IS NOT MY PROJECT. I DID NOT SIGN UP TO HELP. Yes, I am laying on the sofa, occasionally getting up to do things like fold laundry for a bit, but that doesn't mean I want to hold brain space for the details of the project you decided to take on.

I posted on FB asking for good freezer meal recipes (open call, if anyone here has any). My MIL commented saying she was sending some to husband along with an offer to make any of them. A) Why are you sending them to him? He is not involved in this conversation at this point. I was doing a thing so that he wouldn't have to worry about it. B)Now I feel obligated to be all "sure, great" even if they're not something I would choose. (NB: she doesn't like to cook and I'm not terribly fond of her go-to recipes--which tend to be go-to because they're easy. When I'm at her house, I eat them because that's what you do, but I really don't want to have to deal with the Food of Social Obligation at my own house, a few weeks after giving birth)

{{Debet}} I'm sorry. You can probably tell DH that his mother is sending recipes and offering to cook, but that you are pretty fixed in the kind of nutrition you are going to need after birth and would rather plan this yourself.

As for the not your project, just say you are out of brane and use his best judgment.

Also, more {{{}}}.

He was aware, as she not only emailed him, but texted him to tell him she was emailing, which is pretty on-brand.

Debet, I think you should sit during the concert, unless that's something you don't want to do. I speak as someone who sang in concerts three weeks after back surgery.

There are a lot of small group numbers, so I will already be sitting about every other song. Beyond that, I'll see how I feel as we go. I'm definitely in the "better to sit down than fall down" camp, so I'll be paying attention.

Went outside again. Sure enough, still fucking hot.

I did not fall down. I sweated a lot, and I'll probably pay for the whole thing tomorrow, but that was my last big thing on the schedule before baby.

Final (?) coup de grace on the freezer meal saga. DH forwarded me the emails from his mom. They aren't even things she's used and likes. There's a link of a set of recipes she found and one that someone she knows made for a new mom. Both are on the first page of google results.

Well, that's fairly helpful!

The movers are coming today to move my stuff to the new house. Yay, new house! (Also, eek, strangers touching my stuff! I have issues.)