It's Groundhog Day Around These Parts

Yes, I’m here. Still around, but not much is happening, which makes blogging a little challenging.

I feel like my life is groundhog day. Same thing. Every. Single. Day.

Wake up.

Get up.

Get The Little Miss Up.

Listen to some whining, by everybody in the family.

Get breakfasts going.

Make lunches, while The Husband and The Little Miss eat.

The Husband leaves.

Clean up kitchen from breakfast and lunch assembly.

Get The Miss Ready for school… peeps, brush teeth, play store so can pick out her clothes, get her dressed, brush her hair, get sock and shoes on, get a sweater.

Make beds.

Get myself ready for the day.

Grab everything we need and leave.

Drop The Little Miss off at school.

Talk to her teacher for a bit.

Talk to the other parents, pretend to be interested while keeping one eye on the clock so I’m not too late for work.

Drive to work.

Plunk myself down in my cubicle, the same jail cell, I’ve been in for 15+ years.

Work my ass off.

Wish that I had time and something interesting to blog about.

Spend 4 hours at work, doing pretty much the same thing I’ve been doing for 15+ years

Go pick up The Little Miss from school

Run errands.

Get home.

Fix dinner.

Wait for The Husband

Fix dinner for The Little Miss since she’s hungry and wants to eat.

The Husband gets home.

Have dinner

Clean the kitchen.

Get The Little Miss ready for bed.

Put her to bed, kicking and screaming.

Plunk down on the couch for a breather.

Get my second wind.

Sew, craft, make jewelry or something creative.

Take a shower

Crawl into bed

Read.

Sleep, for 6 hours.

Get up and repeat.
That’s been my life for the past several weeks. Nothing new to report, but I’m still here.

Wordless Wednesday

Last Beach Day of 2009?

Random Thoughts on Halloween

1. Kids should get dressed up and go trick or treating, not teenagers.

2. Trick or treating at the mall is wrong. There has to be at least one safe neighborhood you can hit up.

3. A woman should be able to find a costume that isn't the slutty version of cop, nurse, cheerleader, doctor, angel, devil or whatever it is.

4. More people should make their kids costumes and not just buy them. It's a great way for kids to participate and make it even more special.

5. When it this holiday become ultra-commercialized?

6. I love candy corn.

My Friday Night

We met about 5 years ago. In that 5 years, both he and I got married, to different people. I saw him on Friday. Sitting across from each other, I had that feeling. He leaned in. He cupped his hand around the back of my neck. Butterflies. We kissed, for the first time ever. We quickly released from each other and had that startled look on our faces, franticly looking around the room to see if anyone saw. We both knew we shouldn’t have done what we did and were afraid of getting caught.

This happens to me occasionally. I dream about people I know in real life. We hook up to some degree and in my dreams I know it’s wrong and am afraid of The Husband finding out. Sometimes it is with people I think that if my situation was different we’d get together. But, it’s rather creepy when it’s someone I have no attraction to in my waking hours. I’m always embarrassed to see them after one of my dreams, thinking they might know for some reason.

Does stuff like this ever happen to you?

A Whole New World

Friday. The last day of the week. Ice cream day. Sleep over day. Rewards for a milestone week at school.

She started to read. Sounding out words. Putting the sounds together and in the process opening up a whole new world. Words are her thing. A reader at 3 and a half. Amazing.

She inherited the love of reading from both sides. We are both readers and now a family of three, reading.

At bedtime, I asked, “who do you want to read books to you tonight?”

“I’m going to read. To the adult.”

“The adult?”

“Yeah, Mama. You.”

So she read. To me. No longer me to her, but her to me. Slowly sounding out the words.

I’m so proud.

The Big Break-Up

Dear Scale,

I have to end our relationship. It’s not you, it’s me. I’ve changed and I just don’t seem to want you anymore. It’s not that I don’t care what you have to tell me, but the numbers just don’t seem to matter. I weigh what I weigh and what you tell me won’t make any difference. I feel good these days and I don’t need you to tell me otherwise.

There’s other ways to confirm what is happening. I can tell if I’m gaining or losing by the tightness of my clothes. I can tell the good days from the bad and I don’t want to base my success on the numbers you tell me. There are other successes in this journey besides your digital readout. And frankly, sometimes I think you lie to me.

So good-bye. You’ve tortured me enough. I know this will be hard on me because you’ve been a weekly reminder for over a year now, but I’m over it. I want to feel my way though this based on other factors, not just a number. I am eating fresh healthy foods because it tastes better. I scarcely eat sugar because it makes me sluggish. I exercise because it gives me energy. I’m doing what feels right for me and I don’t want you or anyone else to tell me it’s not working, because for me this way is working just fine.

So good luck to you. I wish you well. I’m sure you’ll find someone who will appreciate you as much as I once did.

My Personal Science Experiment

Well, I’m now into my 6th day of “Project Cleanse.” And I have to say, I think things are working. I don’t want to go into too much detail because I don’t really like to talk too much about my own bodily functions. If they were someone else, no problem, but me? I’m too modest.

But for the sake of information, and since AllThingsJuice was so interested I’m setting my modesty aside. Here’s what’s going on. I haven’t been gassier than normal, but the smell, oh my. Pungent. I’ve kept my diet the same as always, but I’ve been having more “movements” than normal. Instead of going once a day, I’m now up to 2 to 4 times a day and they are bigger and softer. There also seems to be more chunks of stuff in them. And, no I don’t normally make it a habit of inspecting my poop, but since Project Cleanse has been happening, I’m a little more curious than normal.

I’ve been trying to stick closer to home than I usually do, for obvious reasons. I also feel lighter, for obvious reasons. I feel better, have a little more energy and am sleeping better. I can’t directly attribute all these things to Project Cleanse, but who knows and that’s what’s happening right now. I’ll continue to do Project Cleanse for the recommended 10 days. I’m not sure how often it’s recommended, but I would do this again.

Sorry this is so disgusting. I hope when we all meet you won’t look at me with that strange deer-in-the-headlights look because this is all way too much talk and information.