I've been thinking it's the wrong day all week. Monday I thought it was Wednesday. On Tuesday I thought it was Monday. I was one day ahead on Wednesday, and yesterday morning I knew it was Thursday but by night time I thought it was already Friday night. Side note: Lauren, this is why the email I wrote you last night will be slightly off in the beginning.
Today feels like Saturday because Frank has the day off and he's here, sleeping on the sofa while I type and the kids watch "Blue's Clues". Remember how I was giving up white sugar? I am still, but in the beginning I went cold turkey and had a pretty gross withdrawal. It's still in some things I happen to eat, but I'm doing great with not adding a spoonful here and there to things the way I used to. Brown rice syrup (thanks Mom!) is my trusty companion now, and has proven to be a suitable replacement. Does it provide the same kind of sweet delirium I so loved as an accompaniment to my morning coffee or tea? No. Do I like its taste as much as that of honey? Again, no. But the even-headedness and absence of sugar crashes has really helped put my body and soul at a more peaceful level. It's not easy to change such a habit, but I'm working on it and I'll keep doing so as long as it helps me look and feel better.
Friday, October 10
Thursday, October 9
Happy Thurz
Gonna get out for a walk today. Funny how I'm suddenly saying, "Ooh, we need formula!" again. I forgot how fast that stuff disappears. Fortunately next week is Olivia's six month check-up, and her doctors always have a ton of samples in the office. We could walk out of there with a three week supply of Similac powder, and that makes the $20 copay more than worth it.
Living back at Mom's house is funny, I have to get used to what's around here again. It's great to be able to walk to a lot of stores, and the playground across from the municipal building is absolutely immaculate. Not one beer can, broken glass bottle, empty dime bag, cigarette butt, or condom wrapper on the ground. Nothing child unfriendly mixed in among the mulch. Mom pointed out that people are probably reluctant to party in front of the police station, and that's fine by me. I was so sick of policing the mulch at our old playgrounds, and I'm glad to leave that job in the hands of true professionals.
Lately I am backed up on answering emails, IMs, phone texts, etc. I keep meaning to update my budget spreadsheet. It's supposedly so important, so why am I not digging in and figuring it out? Laziness, I suppose. I feel I've done enough during the day once I've got some quiet time, so I skip the extra work I should be doing and reward myself by catching up with my shows on demand. TiVo, I miss you. Well we're off for a walk. Have a great day, everyone. See you sometime tomorrow.
Living back at Mom's house is funny, I have to get used to what's around here again. It's great to be able to walk to a lot of stores, and the playground across from the municipal building is absolutely immaculate. Not one beer can, broken glass bottle, empty dime bag, cigarette butt, or condom wrapper on the ground. Nothing child unfriendly mixed in among the mulch. Mom pointed out that people are probably reluctant to party in front of the police station, and that's fine by me. I was so sick of policing the mulch at our old playgrounds, and I'm glad to leave that job in the hands of true professionals.
Lately I am backed up on answering emails, IMs, phone texts, etc. I keep meaning to update my budget spreadsheet. It's supposedly so important, so why am I not digging in and figuring it out? Laziness, I suppose. I feel I've done enough during the day once I've got some quiet time, so I skip the extra work I should be doing and reward myself by catching up with my shows on demand. TiVo, I miss you. Well we're off for a walk. Have a great day, everyone. See you sometime tomorrow.
Wednesday, October 8
The Inspektor, he is not so intimidating after all
Ever dread something and then when it's happening you realize it was a lotta worrying over nothing? That, readers, was the case with my fire inspection. The guy showed up 13 minutes early, and he was gone before 10 minutes early. I thought, could it really be that easy? I suppose I was in full compliance, and found myself relieved not to have to resort to bribery. Or attempted bribery.
Aside from that official business, I'm enjoying an average day. It's quiet time right now. I just had an hour-long phone conversation with my friend who's living in Portland. She's expecting her first baby and just hit her third trimester. We were discussing the whole "put a good book in your hospital bag 'cause labor's a great time for catching up on your reading" thing. She's planning a natural home tub birth with a midwife, so she really doesn't need to pack a darn thing, but one thing we agreed on was that reading a book is the last thing you should be doing during a major life experience.
The rest of the week promises to be filled with packing up the last of the condo chatch, then touching up the walls and cleaning. Hubby is coming home tomorrow night and has off Friday thru Tuesday. I've taken to kissing my wedding ring each time I find myself missing him. Not that I saw him all that much during the week anyway, but it's weird not to see his face each night. One very nice thing is that we didn't fight once while he was here this past weekend. Who has time to argue when you're busy basking in someone's presence?
Aside from that official business, I'm enjoying an average day. It's quiet time right now. I just had an hour-long phone conversation with my friend who's living in Portland. She's expecting her first baby and just hit her third trimester. We were discussing the whole "put a good book in your hospital bag 'cause labor's a great time for catching up on your reading" thing. She's planning a natural home tub birth with a midwife, so she really doesn't need to pack a darn thing, but one thing we agreed on was that reading a book is the last thing you should be doing during a major life experience.
The rest of the week promises to be filled with packing up the last of the condo chatch, then touching up the walls and cleaning. Hubby is coming home tomorrow night and has off Friday thru Tuesday. I've taken to kissing my wedding ring each time I find myself missing him. Not that I saw him all that much during the week anyway, but it's weird not to see his face each night. One very nice thing is that we didn't fight once while he was here this past weekend. Who has time to argue when you're busy basking in someone's presence?
Tuesday, October 7
Good morning!
Today's wake-up time? 5 AM! Woo-hoo!
On the to-do list for the condo: get touch-up paint for the living room, pick up paint swatches to find a match for the bedroom paint, check price for drywall to patch the space from the old medicine cabinet in the bathroom, mount the fire extinguisher and check the fire alarm and CO2 detector for tomorrow's fire inspection, and make a hair appointment.
I want to be a spiffy as possible when I meet up with The Dude to hand over the keys. My hair isn't horrible, but I could use a cut and hubby mentioned me getting highlights, so why not? I said it would cost twice as much to do color, and he said that would be fine, probably because he doesn't do the budget. Do I have other things to spend that cash on? Definitely. Am I going ahead and getting those highlights in my hair? You betcha.
Every time I think about the fire inspection, there's a list of things that pops into my head. It's all the township specifications with which I have to be in compliance, and it's that particular word, compliance, that makes me laugh to myself becuase all I can think of is Steve Buschemi in Fargo. That part where he's stopped on the side of the road, flashing the corner of a $50 bill at the patrol officer, saying, "Cause I wanna be, you know, in compliance..." and then I start to perspire just a little because it reminds me that I'll be dealing with my own official uniformed municipal representative. Someone who could flunk my ass in the inspection and send me into a real panic. Let me go pull myself together and get started on that to-do list. Note to self: must be prepared.
On the to-do list for the condo: get touch-up paint for the living room, pick up paint swatches to find a match for the bedroom paint, check price for drywall to patch the space from the old medicine cabinet in the bathroom, mount the fire extinguisher and check the fire alarm and CO2 detector for tomorrow's fire inspection, and make a hair appointment.
I want to be a spiffy as possible when I meet up with The Dude to hand over the keys. My hair isn't horrible, but I could use a cut and hubby mentioned me getting highlights, so why not? I said it would cost twice as much to do color, and he said that would be fine, probably because he doesn't do the budget. Do I have other things to spend that cash on? Definitely. Am I going ahead and getting those highlights in my hair? You betcha.
Every time I think about the fire inspection, there's a list of things that pops into my head. It's all the township specifications with which I have to be in compliance, and it's that particular word, compliance, that makes me laugh to myself becuase all I can think of is Steve Buschemi in Fargo. That part where he's stopped on the side of the road, flashing the corner of a $50 bill at the patrol officer, saying, "Cause I wanna be, you know, in compliance..." and then I start to perspire just a little because it reminds me that I'll be dealing with my own official uniformed municipal representative. Someone who could flunk my ass in the inspection and send me into a real panic. Let me go pull myself together and get started on that to-do list. Note to self: must be prepared.
Monday, October 6
From there to here, from here to there
Everyone knows how much of a pain in the ass it is to move, until you are doing it and it's twice as much work as you remember. I'm starting to carve out a little space at Mom's and trying to arrange our things without stomping all over the place. The kids seem okay. It would be easier if everyone weren't stuffed up, runny nosed, and irritable, but such is life. Friday was my personal worst day. After a tearful (on my part) nursing on Thursday afternoon, I decided to switch to bottles completely. By Friday afternoon the engorgement was in full effect and I just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry and/or sleep the weekend away. Frank was home and we watched There Will Be Blood , which is still haunting me. We spent as much time as possible clearing out at D Street and preparing for The Dude's arrival. Still much needs to be done, but it's looking very, very good.
On Friday I decided to get some internet consultation on how to get a baby to stop biting during feedings, and after 20 minutes of reading condescending crap, I was convinced I am doing the right thing for myself. Livi was already up to three bottles a day, and her doctor thought she'd be fine. In fact, I had a nice conversation with one of the nurses who told me complete weaning would probably be more painful for me than for the baby, and she was right.
So... everything is good. Not that I can fully focus, but it all seems to be going okay. There is so much on my mind that I can't fully think one thing through before another thing pops in to interrupt. For now, I'll try to finish my coffee, get Nico to stop whining and crying, and rush to the television to change the channel before I have to hear one more Barney song. One cute thing Nico does is that he always turns on the Ray Barretto cd Mom keeps in the player, so at least the vominous crap spewing from the TV speakers is offset just enough to keep the chunks down.
On Friday I decided to get some internet consultation on how to get a baby to stop biting during feedings, and after 20 minutes of reading condescending crap, I was convinced I am doing the right thing for myself. Livi was already up to three bottles a day, and her doctor thought she'd be fine. In fact, I had a nice conversation with one of the nurses who told me complete weaning would probably be more painful for me than for the baby, and she was right.
So... everything is good. Not that I can fully focus, but it all seems to be going okay. There is so much on my mind that I can't fully think one thing through before another thing pops in to interrupt. For now, I'll try to finish my coffee, get Nico to stop whining and crying, and rush to the television to change the channel before I have to hear one more Barney song. One cute thing Nico does is that he always turns on the Ray Barretto cd Mom keeps in the player, so at least the vominous crap spewing from the TV speakers is offset just enough to keep the chunks down.
Wednesday, October 1
Dog Liker
Fast note, I am once again a dog liker and am on my way to becoming the dog lover I once was. All you cats out there can still suck it.
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