they forget
Sometimes you just have to shake your head. I swear, my parents have forgotten what it was like to raise a kid. They'll buy her toys unfit for her age. Offer her foods that she should not be eating. The best is when they call during nap time with useless iformation.
My ass was burned this morning because of the last item.
J went down for a measly hour this morning. She needs at least an hour and a half.
At least. My day has been filled with clingyness and crabbyness. I am tired. I am exhausted. All because G&G felt the need to tell me that the doors to the stadium opened at 8:20 AM.
Oh yeah. And I have been bit majorly with the PMS bug. So all this is, like, a gazillion times worse. Oh and one more thing, I am single parenting it this weekend. Just us girls. I bet everything combined is making me feel like sobbing.
As I raise my water glass into the air, here is to hoping that the afternoon nap is better.
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Arena (known to self and others) cheerful, extroverted, friendly, happy, loving | Blind Spot (known only to others) able, bold, clever, complex, confident, energetic, helpful, intelligent, knowledgeable, mature, observant, organised, self-assertive, trustworthy, warm, witty |
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role reversal
Another work day, but unlike any work day I have encountered since having J. I left J this morning in the care of Hubby. There is no work for Hubby today and might not have work the rest of the week. Of course there is work on Saturday - our date night, but I digress.
My heart ached this morning. I was envious. I was hurt. I wanted to be the stay-at-home-parent today, even though I have that luxury 2 days out of the week. Why was this day harder than any other? Normally, I leave J in the hands of a sitter. It hurts leaving her, but not as much as today ripped at my heart strings.
We'll see how Hubby fares today with J. The diapers, the crying (she is teething. . . again!), the naps, the playing. It is fun, but tough. Good luck Hubby. I envy you.
love is in the air!
Happy Valentine's Day! The day for lovers. The day of chocolate, roses and romance. The day that has lost all its sparkle for me.
I used to work in a flower shop during my high school years. I worked after school until the wee hours of the night or morning, depending on your point of view and was back in the shop really early, often before the sun rose for the day. Yes, I'd skip school. Who wanted to sit in class when they could be making oodles of cash? My duty for the holiday? To arrange roses. Single, double, triple, half-dozens, dozens, 2 dozens and the rare 6 dozen. My hands were black and bloody from the stems and thorns. Pink, white, yellow, red. Ferns. Baby's Breath. Roses were my thing. I also know how much of a markup there is on roses for Valentine's Day. It'd make your head spin on the markup of roses. Your head would spin on the markup of flowers in general.
Anyways.
Hubby and I really don't celebrate. We get each other cards and he stopped to get J a mylar balloon. It is cute - a blue dog with heart spots. It is as big as she is. And of course, my hubby the romantic, brings red roses for J and I. "For his girls." Awww. I made stir-fry. Italian love songs were on the player and Hubby and I had a mixed drink (rare for me!). Nothing big, but we are together.
He did make my heart melt today. He said he loves "us." I love us, too.
struggles
Irony. That is how I see my latest struggle. I struggle to get this weight - baby weight and non-baby weight, off. I want it gone. I want to get back to my prepregnancy weight before the next baby comes along. To get there, I have about 10 pounds to go. I have been struggling with the same 2 pounds since November. Freaking November. But yet I still attend my Weight Watcher meetings. Every.Fricken.Friday. I go. I weigh in. I listen. I clap. I go home. I don't do shit. Nothing. I am not on the program at all. Why? Been there done that. I know if you work the program it WORKS. But for me, the program is so second nature, I know how to cheat. I know what I am not doing right. I know. Yet I don't do shit.
The irony you ask? My daughter's weight issue. She is tiny. Small. Off the charts in a not so good way. Puzzling, really. To me at least. I've had weight issues all my life. Always been heavy. J might not have that problem. So who's genes
did she get? I am guessing Hubby's. He used to have a metabolism that would make any woman jealous. Of course that has caught up with him, but it has to be him. Sure as hell ain't me! Unless there
is a skinny ass diva hidden inside.
But I am happy to say, my Mojo is
back. Yes, I have found my mojo to lose the weight. Still on Weight Watchers, but living the CORE life. I can do this. I know I can. We are starting to TTC next month (or this month if I can pursuade Hubby with various things *evil laugh*). I need to get these last 10 pounds off. Need to and now I
want to.
As for J, my hope for her is to never experience anything I ever went through regarding weight. To never be heavy or fat or sad or picked on because she was fatter than the other girls. I want her to have a positive self image. I am going to do everything in my power as a Mommy to make sure that I instill good eating habits and a high self esteem into my little princess.
silly fun
I found this on another
blog and just had to do it!
- Neil Armstrong first stepped on Stephanie with his left foot!
- Stephanie will often glow under UV light!
- Stephanie cannot jump.
- You would have to dig through four thousand kilometres of Stephanie to reach the earth's core.
- Grapes explode if you put them inside Stephanie!
- Stephanie never said 'Play it again, Sam'!
- You share your birthday with Stephanie!
- More people are killed by Stephanie each year than die in aeroplane accidents.
- Over 2000 people have now climbed Stephanie, with roughly ten percent dying on the way down.
- The average duration of sexual intercourse for Stephanie is two minutes!
And of course I have to add a few comments of my own.
#5 - hooray for Keegles!
#8 - Remember that people. Fear me.
And #10 is just a rumor. So not true. Really.
