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Saturday, November 30, 2013

Random Update for November

I've been with the new company for over a month now and I can honestly say I don't feel like I'm completely in my rhythm yet.  I'm not sure what it's going to take exactly, but I still feel kind of off, as though my schedule doesn't quite fit.  It's partly the commute which is longer than it was previously, although my body is (mostly) accustomed to getting up at 5 now.  Other than the first week I was there, I've had a lull in article orders , which may be why I feel my schedule is loose.  I don't have to schedule every moment once I get home.  I'm sure it'll continue to shake out. 

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Tomorrow is our celebration for Ladybug's birthday.  Two looks good on her.  Even if she is talking all crazy.  She's definitely daddy's baby.  Ladybug stayed with my mom and sister while Jethro and I went car shopping.  When we returned she said "no mommy, just daddy". Repeatedly.  Apparently I'm not allowed in Nana's house. 

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Obligatory comment about my weight.  I fell off the wagon.  In fact, I'm pretty sure that statement doesn't begin to cover the depth of foolishness that is going on in my diet.  I like food.  I wish I didn't.  Well.  I wish I had some will power, or that I used said will power that is hiding somewhere.  It's probably hiding in the box spring, I never look in there.  

I know I need to be active and eat a piece of fruit or something, but all I can muster is a meh.  And it's not even a strong meh.  It's a meh meh. 

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I never go to bed on time.  It makes sense when I have articles because then I'm making money.  But the rest of the time I just stay up because.... I don't even know why.  I say I'm going to do better, but I don't mean it.  Or I do mean it but I fail to execute.  I'll put this on my things to do list, or something.  But probably not. 

Monday, November 18, 2013

The Road To Becoming a Christmas Crazy Lady

I used to be normal.  (Shut up) I used to buy Christmas presents without much thought or fanfare.  You need a present?  I bought something suitable.  End of story.

Things aren't that way any more. I'm starting to lose it. 

I first noticed the change was happening last November.  Ladybug's birthday is exactly four weeks before Christmas, so while I was shopping for her birthday present I naturally run into early Christmas shoppers.  I was in Toys R Us (never go in there!!!)  looking for gifts for Ladybug and her cousin who is 2 weeks older.  To be honest, I couldn't tell you the last time I'd been in TRU before that day. But once I got in there something happened.  All of a sudden, I had an overwhelming feeling that my child was totally less fortunate and she needed all of the things in the store.  ALL OF THE THINGS.  Never mind she wasn't quite 1.  No big deal that she wasn't walking on her own yet.  She needed things.  MY BAAAAABBBBBBYYYYYYY

I was able to get out of there with just the things I came in for, my notion that one year olds don't even know what a birthday is, still mostly intact.  But the seed was planted.

We're planning Ladybug's second birthday party now.  Invitations have been sent.  Decorations purchased.  No effort menu planned (I told you have no tiiiiiimmmmmeeeeeeee).  All that are needed are presents.  PRESENTS!!!!!!!!!

About a week ago, we received three big toy books on the same day.  Target, Walmart (meh) and TRU taunted me with their gift offerings.  And they put both the Minnie Mouse and Doc McStuffins items on the same page. I actually said out loud "WHY WOULD THEY SEND THIS TO MY HOUSE?!?!?!" I found the perfect gift, the Doc McStuffins Check Up Center. I tried to find a better price online, no dice.  So I broke down and intended to order it from TRU, but they didn't have it available for online delivery.  However, you could set it up for pick up from a store.  Of course, none of the stores close to me had it.  Oy.  I made the executive decision to try a store near me anyway.

A reasonable person would've just ordered from the not-close TRU since I tour half the country on my way to and from work anyway.  But I am not reasonable.  I am a crazy lady.  I decide I'm going to the store anyway because the internet is a dirty liar.  Anyone that knows me knows me and the internet are bffs.  This addiction has made me turn my back on my bff.  (This might be rock bottom).

Into the store I went.  I found the sale stuffed puppy, grabbed some Mega Blocks and hit the Disney Junior section.  No care center.  I find the display in the middle of the aisle.  The sad, empty, used up display - no care center.  I see a guy walking with a care center and ask him where he found it.  He replies he had the last one. I punched him in the esophagus and took it.  Ok.  Maybe that didn't happen.  But I thought about it.  I was confident I could outrun him.  He had what my baby needed!  Well, she doesn't NEED it.  And she doesn't know it exists, and she's easily entertained with a fly swatter, but still.  IN THE ESOPHAGUS!!!


And then I came to my senses and left that evil place.  Maybe they do something to the air in there.  I ordered it from far away store like I should've done in the first place.  I picked it up today, no muss no fuss, no punching anyone in their esophagus.

Maybe there's a pill for this. 

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Needing something

I know you're supposed to get to the point in life where you want for nothing. When what you have in that moment is enough. I often thought of that to be material or financial. I never had a reason to think otherwise. I've never been one to need a lot of "stuff."  I don't care about designer labels. And as long as my clothes are clean (I'm supposed to do laundry? Oh) I'm in a good place. Financial stability is a huge trigger for me, if I don't feel secure financially I STRESS THE HELL OUT.  I'm ok there.



But as with most things when you change one part of a system it affects others. 

Time. I'm low on time. There are 24 hours in a day. I could use about 33. I think 33 could do it. 

I feel like I'm always rushing. Always. I'm grabbing dinner on the way home more often than I'd like. I feel like I haven't been spending enough time with my vacuum. (I enjoy vacuuming and we have a dog and I like it clean). 

After cleaning the kitchen with a fury on Friday night, eating almost no dinner, and apparently looking about twelve shades of crazy Jethro gave me a sit down. We're going to handle household duties differently so I don't have to "sprint" all weekend. And I'm supposed to look like a normal person or something. I'm working on that. Lol. 

Here's the part where old me would chide myself for not asking for help. But nope. I don't have time for that.


Sunday, November 10, 2013

Growing Up Babies

When you first have a baby, they need you for everything.  Mommy is the whole world.  ESPECIALLY if you're breast feeding.  (Not a knock on formula feeding).  No one else has the boobs, so no one else will do.  They are comforted by your touch, your smell, your body warmth, the way you breathe, the sound of your voice you are all they need.

The tricky thing about this whole parenting deal is the very milestones you're looking forward to are the beginning of growing them up to leaving you.  Sitting up, talking, walking, eating solid foods, following directions, all of these things are important to life away from you and your magical boobs of awesomeness.

In less than three weeks Ladybug will be two.  We're already seeing the telltale signs of 2 including:

  • Use of the word "No" in every possible situation. 
  • Never wanting to leave anywhere ever
  • Needing to do it herself aka "Ladybug do it" 
  • The use of stall tactics to delay bedtime including "no daddy kisses" (Kisses happen right before bed as a part of our routine) and 53,215 bathroom trips. 
  • Very clear requests for every meal, most of which are "daddy cereal" also known as Froot Loops. 
  • The most possible emotions.  It's like she's a hormonal teenager without the hormones or the teen part. 
She's also the funniest little person in the universe.  I told her a few weeks ago she looked like Michael Jackson and since then she's been obsessed.  She rocked out to 'Remember the Time' like no body's business and kept asking for "more" (while doing the sign for more, she's serious about her more).  She knows how to tickle and give zerbers.  She's declared that contrary to my belief, she does not have the Heebee Jeebees.

Even though I'm sure I'll blink and she'll have her doctorate, I'm enjoying "almost two."  Well except for the meltdown for no good reason part.  That's the exact opposite of fun. 

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