Ever have a quote that just summed up the whole day?
Credit goes to my hubby for this quick-liner:
“It’s like a poop-a-thon!”
Yes literally and figuratively. Metaphorically and very actually. Philosophically and existentially. The diaper-changes and life-changers keep on coming.
Yes and in other news, I had my first dentist appointment in, oh about 15 years, today.
And I have 7 follow-up appointments scheduled!
And they shoved a prescription for Valium at me.
Oh. Boy.
#1. I’ve been following a blog just for about a week. Erin was just diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer in November, yet she is so faithful and hopeful that God will answer her prayers. Her day to day encounters with God are inspiring and bring me to tears. She’s in her 20s and has two small, beautiful children. My heart just broke for her family — for her to receive a diagnosis of incurable cancer so suddenly, so young.
But God hears our prayers — and yesterday’s post was amazing to read. Please, please pray for Erin.
#2. I was going to whine and complain about my collar bone hurting, but I was thinking how could I spin this to make it more upbeat?
When I was a kid I broke my scapula. So I assume my collar bone is hurting because it is located near the scapula, and well because I’ve been playing Wii Just Dance like a crazy person. My left arm at the shoulder has limited movement and not much strength resulting from the injury, so I guess boogie woogie dance moves may make me hurt now? Either that or its early arthritis which I was warned could set in someday… but I’m just a kid! Surely not that.
Anyway. I knew scapula fractures were rare but never realized how rare until I Googled it tonight. But did you know that fractured scapulas account for less than 1% of broken bone injuries? And 3 quarters are caused by car accidents? You have to have some serious force involved in a scapula break apparently. Which is where the thankfulness comes in.
Reading the Wiki on scapula injury just reminds me to be thankful of how I have survived a seriously crazy childhood and am completely sane. Heck I’m not even resentful. How many people can claim they were set on fire as a kid or broke their scapula or were dumped in a pool as an infant? Okay probably a handful — but, key word here, how many of them are sane? Ah… good question. Now I realize why therapists are impressed at how rational I am. Heck I’m impressed. How is it that this never dawned on me until I started reflecting on broken bones a little earlier today? I am thankful for God’s grace with me through every breath, every hurt, every experience and every new day.
#3 Ok that was random I’m sorry. How about moving onto academia? I have taken one timed quiz so far this semester and got a 100%! Woohoo. My A&P is going to be easier than cake (easier because eating cake all semester would make me real fat — acing my A&P class will make me look damn good… on my transcript). My clinical phonetics may be another story. At least my text emphasizes that bad spellers generally have an easier time breaking sounds down. But I have to learn a whole new alphabet and apply it — its just like learning a new language, and my Espanol esta no bueno. Also the text was written by an Ohioan, so needless to say we Southeners may find counting phonemes a wee bit perplexing when the book wants you to say “saw” not “sall” — y’all.
4. I need to start studying for the GRE. To the great confusion of people who ask me if I’m in grad school, I usually need to take a minute to clarify. I am technically taking grad school level courses, but am classified as non-degree (read, no financial aid, pooey). I have my BA but to beef up my application to apply for the actual Masters, schools want you to take Bridge courses if you weren’t a communications major. Which I almost was. Doh. Right now I’m in my 2nd semester of the Bridge program and trying to impress professors to gain gleaming letters of rec for when I reapply.
I have to retake the GRE — they changed the whole freaking GRE around so everyone has to retake it regardless of past scores. Problem is, I forget how to add. And surely the math portion expects addition.
Any good study guides?
#5 One last school type thing: I need help making a decision. I am planning on applying both to the online program and on-campus program since I’d gain acceptance at the same time. The main difference between the two paths (besides the very obvious) is that the online is part time and way more flexible. The on-campus is not flexible and is full time. I love the idea of traditional study, sitting in a classroom with a teacher I can see (not just hear)! The novelty! But I would be at the mercy of scheduling, stuck in daytime blocks of classes and the program as I said before — is full time. I already am struggling to remember everything now that this semester has restarted. I’m feeling stretched like chocolate pudding spread across too much ham. I really had hoped to score a part time job and put studies on the back burner for a little while, but as that didn’t pan out, let’s not waste the 30 minutes of free time I have a week. School for me it is.
Certainly a big decision stands before me (considering I even get the option between the two): plow through full time on-campus studies or take nearly 2 years longer with only 8 hrs a semester. Decisions decisions. If you see this say a prayer for me that I make wise decisions in my studies in general. I feel a lot of pressure as if I am even doing the right thing, since I don’t want this to detract from my vocation as a wife and mother in any way.
#6 Diet is going swell. I need to stick to it better though. Hopefully next Friday I can confidently report another big weight loss. I sort of binged too much this week. I tend to do that when I have quizzes and labs, but if I am going to be taking quizzes, doing labs, stressing over tests for the next few years, I need to learn how to placate myself without m&ms.
#7 Schedules… I have been reading so much about waking up early lately. We are trying to shift from being complete night owls to waking up before lunch (slight exaggeration yes). It’s not been easy. Mary went the whole day without seeing Brian at all a couple days ago. They talked on the phone for a few minutes but that was it. Brian’s killing me with all this work. I know it’ s for the family, but I miss family time. Again, so very grateful for work. Again, but being on my own 24/7 is driving me bazurk.
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Anyway, random stream of consciousness. No polish or wit to this whatsoever. I promise that back in the day I could use this brain of mine – and not only that, I was winningly witty, with a decent vocab and I even made sense!
This would be a good study in what happens to a Creative Writing major who essentially falls apart. She keeps a cruddy, uninspiring blog. Ok would be a boring study. Sorry. Speaking of <strike> un </strike> inspiring… remember to read Erin’s blog.
Side note — gosh when you start analyzing your blog posts syllabic-ally for onsets, rimes… whatever… maybe I don’t need to stress too much about my phonetics class.
I need to work on my IPA lab now clearly.
Thanks for reading my rants 
I like to set up some sensory bin playscapes for the girls to encourage imaginative play.
Here we have a nice lakeside campsite (or something) complete with piney woods (from our Christmas tree) and lions, tigers and horses for a rustic, wild feel.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world…
But Josie thinks
is a better game.
I kid you not, feigned screams are part of the play.
Big girl. Little world.
Said I’d see you Friday and you thought I meant in 7 days!? Crazy head.
Ok actually I had 7 quick takes ready to go for last Friday all scratched out on a piece of crayoned-on printer paper. Then my laptop died.
The motherboard apparently.
It went to a better place. Or a wire or something did. Luckily the hard drive is fine (yey) but I literally was between registering for online classes and buying my text books when it pooped out on me. Our only computer.
So that is the reason for my delay. I will try to be better with sticking to my resolution.
1. My current laptop status — thank God my MIL just handed me her old laptop from law school. Hello new laptop for me. We are incredibly grateful. And I didn’t have to sit out this semester because I couldn’t access my classes!
2. New diet success. I don’t know what I weigh at this very moment, but I’m down a few good pounds from Jan 1st. Woohoo. It’s all about discipline and well, I finally realized that if I can have discipline over other areas of my life, this is no different. Prayer and setting guidelines, smart food shopping and an easy diet has made for this success thus far. I’m sticking to it. I hope. Although I have had so much stress (always I know) this past week I really, really wanted a burger today. But DH finally is realizing I have much less willpower when he offers to get one for me. So he said no to my burgerlust today. Besides my diet is super easy: Alternate Day diet. So since today is a down day, tomorrow I’m making one of the Pioneer Woman’s burgers and with it the fries she posted today! I cannot wait.
All about making your calories count and if you really want it, have it, but make sure its worth it. In that vein, I have had coke only once in the past 13 days (only been 13 wow). Even though technically I could have it (and I do love me some Coca-cola) on up days, when I basically fast and deprive myself the day before, I just don’t want to undo my efforts and progress. The other day I had the Coke with fried chicken though, and it was so so so so worth it.
If you are curious, my aim is only 500 calories for down days but I get hungry and usually do around 900. It feels good to deprive myself though, if that makes any sense. Not in an eating disorder way, or a I-know-I-will-feel-better-in-the-end way, but more like a I-have-control-over-my-impulses way. That said, I’m only barely 2 weeks out from binge-eating m&ms every chance I get, so if I end up hitting 300 pounds by 2013, I will have also eaten my above words. But yes — currently a good notch under 200 lbs. Goal is out of the 190s by the end of the month. Fingers crossed!
3. Okay I know that’s all babble. I babble a lot. I was wondering how I do actually manage to successful take on everything I can possibly think to try and still survive with moderate success to show for it, and I’ve discovered my house suffers and my social life is essentially dead. I see my hubby a couple hours a day for 5-6 days a week and when he is home he’s being a handyman to some projects or working on work. I am grateful beyond belief to have income coming in, but my brain is atrophying. And rambling.
4. The semester is underway and I think its going to be a piece of cake this semester. Neuro really kicked my butt last semester since I’d never had any A&P ever — but now that I’ve aced neuro, I’m taking A&P. Funny right? I’m excited too because I get to shadow SLPs in pediatrics this go-round rather than someone working with adult populations. I can’t wait actually.
5. We finally have moved our doggie over from our old place. Our sago palms (we had like 6 of them) here went to seed and they are incredibly toxic. Anyway I raked the backyard extensively hunting for them things; then Brian did it; then I looked again and found another fifteen red, golf ball sized toxic seeds. Just chewing on one is enough to kill a lab, frothing and foaming blood out of his eyes and ears (oh and they’re deadly to humans too). Why oh why do people use these plants? Ironically the city just planted about two dozen of them just down the street from the animal shelter.
Facepaw.
er… Get it?
6. Disney! I don’t know wheeeeen. I don’t know hooooooow. But I know something’s starting riiiight noooow! Watch and you’ll see. Somehow we’ll be… in Disney Woooorld…. soooooon….I hope! We are so so so so broke right now (as always) but thinking about getting a ghetto hotel and bringing a tent — seriously. I am so scared of bedbugs. I am scouring tripadvisor and every hotel that has bedbug warnings / pictures posted makes me really not want to leave the safety of my king-sized mattress. But alas these icky things are risks you must take. I really just want to get to Animal Kingdom for the girls and if in anyway we can swing it, Universal before we are expecting a new LO. The running joke with Brian and I every month talking about our NFP usually has something to do with whether or not roller coasters are in our near future. In full disclosure, we haven’t been charting in… well forever. We tried, we really did, but we are just bad at remembering to (and when willpower is low eh). So we’ve left a good window open for God to bless us with another LO every month for quite a while, but we also are familiar enough with NFP that we don’t definitely need to obsess over tracking cycles.
And 7. I know she looks like Little Orphan Annie in this and her face is scraped up because this afternoon she face-planted forward off the swing-set today (ow!), but isn’t this cute? Okay of course I think that. But anyway, it’s also my number 7 quicktake. My smartie-pants girls. Josie’s expressive communication is getting so much better too! Just happy, silly LOs.
My new year’s resolution for 2012 (pending global meltdown ya know) is at least to blog weekly. I’m going to get a jump on that intention now. Seven quick takes away…
1. I found (ok Brian found) my camera picture uploady thingy, I know it has a name but i’m doing about 6 things right now and my brain is running about the same speed as my laptop. I googled why I have a hard time talking to people because I tend to completely forget nouns and phrases and things like that. I thought I had something really wrong with me, but apparently when your brain is highly overloaded and you exist on multitasking, you tend to function as best you can. I really want to simplify, but how? Any ideas? I have too many goals.
Anyway, I found my camera picture uploady thingy 
and I can share some long overdue pics:
Being tossed in the leaves by Great Uncle Mike.
“Give your sister a hug”
I will get some Halloween and Christmas pics up eventually. Sigh.
2. The leaves remind me we are clearing out a bunch of stubborn sago palms out of our new back yard. These things are monsters. Sometimes as I gaze into the center of one I’m convinced they are in fact small Star Wars sand pit monsters. The 83 one, not the CGI one. The original is scarier I think. I’m always afraid I’m going to fall into it. We also have a ton of Elephant Ear plants and one of those has a giant 8 inch burrow in the dead center of it. Brian thinks its an armadillo hole. Yippee. Well there are scarier creatures. Behold the Sarlacc!
3. Besides not wanting to kill our goldendoodle, aptly named Sampson for his long golden shag and brute strength and size, we are trying to shape up the backyard to be fun for the girls. While Brian is still tinkering with our new fort to make it toddler-friendly, its up and the girls are loving it!
4. Diet update: Not going well. I think I’m just overly addicted to sugar. I’ve lost a couple pounds but not going as planned because as always I have a hard time limiting calories.
5. Potty training update: Equally successful. We got a late start, then went hardcore for 2 days (lots of sitting in the bathroom, reading books). Then after a couple days of that, that got boring so we just put her on the potty every hour or so for a few minutes but took her back off. She’s really only interested in the toilet paper and washing her hands. Then Christmas happened and we stopped because of all the festivities and busyness. I asked our OT her opinion and she said she didn’t think Josie was ready anyway. So oh well. No rush.
6. Grades. My first semester back and I got:
I know, only 2 classes. But I’m a busy lady. Not a minus in sight either. Whew! Bring on the new semester.
7. Totally have baby fever. I loved me some sweet, chubby little cheeks over the past few weeks and got to see so many friends’ newborns, pretty much all under 3 months, a couple being very special babies we prayed for nightly. They are all so gorgeous, it makes me forget how much I absolutely hate being pregnant — yes extremely blessed and thankful and love that I can be pregnant and have healthy pregnancies, but I am not one of those people who ever feel comfortable due to (what I deem severe) pelvic girdle pain that tends to start before my nausea ends (ouch).
But those sweet little cheeks! and Mary is getting so big… and so opinionated… and has so many teeth.
Speaking of teeth, baby fever may have bitten but so have my wisdom teeth. I am going for my first dental check up in years (oh about 20) so I am expecting the worse and knowing if teeth pulling is in order, I would prefer not to have a bun in the oven. Also I desperately need to get to some sort of healthy weight.
So.
Lazy.
Ugh.
Anyway, those are my 7 quick takes. Since they are being linked up to a reputable catholic blog, I tried to keep my first 7 wholesome. But #8 is an added bonus.
And 8. For Shits and giggles (excuse my language):
for color...
found on tumblr.
I don’t know the source, but would you believe this came up whilst I googled Sago Palm? Anyway, see you in the new year.
This post is about dieting.
Something I know nothing about. I am a self-professed foodie; I bake to relieve stress — often. My metabolism has always been pretty great and I’ve been slim enough until the past pregnancy. My past pregnancy where I went 42 weeks strong before having the baby (and I went to Cinnabon daily starting at 39 weeks to have something to live for as I was the most miserable pregnant person that ever lived).
Oh I walked a lot and told myself the calories burned would make up for the ooey gooey goodness I stuffed my sticky face with. But deep down I knew I was going to reap my horrible caloric harvest.
Well its done been harvest time.
Now it’s diet time.
It’s also Christmas-time.
So we will see how this all goes. Though the Alternate Day Diet lends itself to this season. I am in love with all of the science behind the Alternate Day Diet. Not to say that it hasn’t had some bad reviews calling it an eating disorder.
But fasting ≠ eating disorder.
Also I would like to point out, if you eat a lot of protein, a decent amount of calories (I stay under 1000 as I probably consume a bit over 2000 on a daily basis to keep my weight stable), and lots of filling foods — this diet isn’t hard. At all. You don’t have to get hungry if you do it right. If you are crazy, sure you could starve yourself and see results faster and your body shouldn’t know the difference when you alternate days, but who wants to eat 300 calories a day? You should still see adequate loss as long as you eat a fraction of your daily needed intake.
SO –
If the diet is in fact better for your health in the long-run, takes minor discipline, and has definite results — count me in. That is if I can stay organized enough to stick to the diet. The first time I tried, I did really well for a week, and dropped 5 lbs with moderate exercise. Then I celebrated. By not following the diet anymore.
This time the goal is to stick to it. I want to see 20 lbs off. I just need to have meal plans and groceries in place.
To give some meal ideas / to remind myself of meal ideas, a typical “fast” day might go like this:
Drink Water!
1) Glass of milk (1%), cup of blueberries, handful of almonds. 104, 83, 80 = 267 cal or maybe a small bowl of oatmeal with fruit. But I like to start the day with some protein and fat!
2) Egg Drop Soup, French Onion Soup*, Chicken Broth, Vegetable Soup, roasted garlic soup: As much as you want *but be careful not to eat a lot of cheese and bread on the French Onion. Or you could do salad of course. Generally about 100 cal
3) Snack on some fruit, string cheese, apples with yogurt dip, carrot sticks, pretzels, or popcorn (I actually prefer mine without butter though). For around 80-100 calories.
4) Dinner varies: small piece of salmon cooked with a little bit of EVOO in parchment paper with veggies, roasted veggies and chicken breast, broccoli turkey quiche, baked potato with toppings, veggie omelette, stir fry, salad with low cal dressing preferably with a fair amount of goat cheese and beets, nom nom.
Depending on how much of which of these I eat, I can usually eat around 400-500 calories. If its salmon for dinner, I eat lighter the rest of the day. If its just a baked potato, I will probably load on the cheese and maybe some bacon and a dab of butter. The broccoli turkey quiche (or spinach, kale, collards etc) I could eat a whole baking dish full and its only like 500 calories. You get the idea. It’s about balance and a wee bit of sacrifice. I might have to eat an apple for dessert. But the upside is, tomorrow, the day after down day, you get to eat normally — no binging but you want your cake? Sure. No calorie counting. Definitely won’t be hungry.
The idea is to do the math. 3500 calories in a pound. Figure out how many calories you need daily to maintain your weight. Add exercise for quicker results.
Moi:
Typical =
2100 / day = 14700 / week
Diet =
3 days feasting = 6300
4 days fasting = 4000.
New weekly total = 10300
Difference = 4400
One month of that should = 5 lbs. Before exercise Wish me luck!
Potty training is nearly upon us; I just wish we could get more settled in (ie paint the playroom, bring over the rest of the furniture, line the kitchen shelves and put dishes away, organize a bit etc).
Josie has been pooing whenever Daddy leaves. As in, I will ask him to change her before he leaves for work for the evening. As soon as we wave goodbye to him out the window, I catch a whiff of something. Two times now. Just when he leaves for work, because yesterday this didn’t occur. Otherwise there is no schedule or routine or any sort of indication. She only poops for Mommy.
Ahh. So cute.
Right.
So after Daddy drove off, I went to get a diaper, and she ran away from me clearly knowing what I went for. She refused to come get her diaper changed. I wrangled her down and started to unsnap her diaper, and she starts kicking and yelling “NO!!” So I asked if she was all done pooping.
“NO!”
“You’re not done?” She starts to grunt and push pretending to go, but obviously she’d already gone.
*Interjection — gross topic I know. Adventures in mommyhood. Its a blog with poop in the title what do you want from it?*
But anyway, so she clearly understands that function.
Still she goes quite a long time between poos, a week at most but generally 2-3 days, so hopefully that doesn’t effect training negatively. Oh I am not excited for this next step. At all. Wish me luck. We start in T-minus — ah about 2 weeks.
I am just craving nap time right now. Not that I’m tired in a sleep way; I’m exhausted in a babies on me constantly way. We’re having a very late lunch, followed by diaper changes then bed. That’s my short term plan. I read a very apt analogy yesterday. Imagine I’m a vessel that water just keeps being poured into and as long as there’s a little hole in the bottom for it to trickle out, I will not overflow; however too much being poured on top will result in overflow… except for me, that’s not acceptable. If there’s too much coming in on top, bore an extra hole in the bottom, and I’ll just let my sanity seep on out. That’s where I am right now. Who needs sanity in there anyway? Clogging up stuff.
My priorities lately have been 1) Kids. 2) School and… uh, well, that’s about it with cleaning and time for myself at a very distant endpoint I can’t quite see anymore. Forget packing and moving. Remember I was supposed to be moved by Nov 1st? Well it’s Nov 2, and nothing has made it over to the new house. My living room currently is impossible. Add a few dead birds and a rat skeleton and I could be on hoarders. Maybe some mold and a few more couches and ok, we’re not quite on that level yet, but if this pace is kept up we could so get there. Luckily for the shorter 2 dependents of mine, well Brian too I guess, we will have an organized place and frugally made whole food menus in the freezer by the end of the month if it kills me. Drill another hole in that container please.
Here I feel the need to clarify, I have never tried to be super mom or wanted to keep up with super mom or whoever, whatever the blogs say and do. I just enjoy feeling accomplished. I hate BPA in cans. I think it’s important mostly for Josie’s immune and brain health that she gets all her vitamins. I have to watch her calorie intake. Finances are tight so we have to try to watch costs and be frugal — so it’s not so much keeping up with anyone as it is me feeling guilty for filling my children with stuff I think is bad for them. I’m not competitive outwardly whatsoever. But I love a personal challenge (or 8). I’m a borderline perfectionist — though not like my mom where she keeps her house looking immaculate constantly — but the traces are there. Things are supposed to be how they are supposed to be and I enjoy keeping them how I want them. It’s all a control thing. I feel better in control and I don’t know what slowing down is all about. I worked 40+ hours a week from my sophomore year of high school on til last year when I started to stay home full time (at the hardest job I’ve ever had I might add). When I take a break, things breakdown… so I like to stay busy and in control. Not because I have to, or I feel guilty if I sit back, but like when something’s off-kilter and you feel the need to tinker with it; my brain is always tinkering and planning something new round the clock. Plus I love cooking and baking and adjusting and planning messy activities and well, yada yada. That said…
I know where all of my priorities lie (lay, have lain, been laid?) because I am actually doing really well in school–so far all As and Bs. As for working my Ass off. Bs because I’m not perfect after all; Science was never my subject.
My kids most of the time wear shoes out of doors and even wore matching pig tails out of the house a few times in the past month. You already know the state of my home and moving. My kitchen is impossible. Laundry? Way behind. Social life? Gone. Finances? As usual. And yes I did feed my kids Cheezits for breakfast one day before we got to Publix. Otherwise, pretty balanced. Well as possible. Once we get into the house (out of this one) I know I will feel better. I just feel perpetually in limbo, and I’m ready to go! No more sharing a wall! A yard! A garage! THREE bedrooms! My very own mail box!
But first, nap time is calling! If I could only get a few hours away to myself every week, imagine what I could conquer. Sanity in my head along with all the other floating responsibilities…
…a girl can dream right?
Maybe I should have done 31 days to a less frantic me? We are moving next week and I have 1 box packed. 1. Not even a big one. Not even a good one — its got books in it.
Then, in addition, I’ve got too much on my plate. In addition to moving out of my house next week. I just keep typing that because it’s so surreal yet. I need to see it.
I have a neuro quiz today. A communicative disorders lab tomorrow using Pratt which I confess, I don’t even know if I spelled that right, THAT’s how often I’ve thought about the program. A CD test this weekend. A neuro midterm next week which is horribly, awfully hard. A million lectures I have to attend (ok like 8 hours worth) and I was in “class” at my computer sitting in lectures yesterday from 6-7 and 8-10:30 yesterday. Ok maybe I’m whining but that’s just one area of my life. Let’s not even talk financial. Or how I’m pretty much completely on my own with 2 toddlers in diapers from dawn til 11pm. Hubby’s stressed so its not really like we get any quality time together. Then there’s the house. Which should be in boxes — because I’m moving next week — and its not at all ready. I’m pretty sure some of the same dishes have been in the sink for 2 weeks at this point. Just the ones that get to the top get treatment; sorry that’s the system in place. What else, oh I’m fighting a freaking war for Jo between the world and her speech. Ok I mean some wonderful people are being helpful but aye aye aye. Too many calls around.
Oh and if you had told me a few years ago I’d be calling my daughter’s Ped to get antibiotics so I could take her to the dentist in Wa kulla , yeah I’d think you were nuts.
Here I am, doing just that. Appt first thing in the morning no less.
And all I really want to do is go on vacation. Lately chores have been feeling therapeutic. I start washing dishes or folding clothes and I sigh and go, oh wow, this is mindbogglingly monotonous — I love it.
Oh and as I said before, I don’t know if you realize, I have 2 toddlers in diapers. One of which is poopy. Right. Now.
I love them; I do. I can somehow see the beauty of a complex life where a husband works 3 jobs to provide for a family who is just squeaking by while the mother falls apart in the homekeeping / child-rearing department and crams info about the thalamus into her hippocampus.
Oh Lordy — TWO poopy diapers. I have to go. No time to complain about the fact that I don’t have time to cook let alone make anything more nutritious than Speghettios — forget that I burned the speghettios yesterday. I. BURNED. SPEGHETTIOS!?
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Orange poopy goo all over mommy’s hand. That was fun. Oddly similar to Speghettios.
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Rant continues:
I entertain my children with my iphone and Curious George and my museum memberships just sit and shake a guilted finger in my direction. Not to mention fall is finally coming to town and I’ll probably miss the 2 weeks its here.
Anybody have a remedy. Let’s see what else? I have therapy 6 times a week if I want it. Not meaning to complain about the awesome services I have at my wait, but how am I supposed to take her to speech 3 times a week + OT and PT. Those last 2 were the first to go. We are receiving speech in 3 places and coordinating between at least 4 SLPs. We are talking surgeries when I really just need to do nuero homework and not think so far ahead.
I am fighting to get Josie a prosthetic for her speech because lately its just frustrated screaming emanating from her lips.
The diet? Exercise? Wah ha ha ha! I laugh. I cry. I… I have no idea when to do these things. Chart calories? I can’t even keep up with my NFP chart past day 7. Forget laundry, MOVING, the speech students I am letting shadow us (talk about dysfunctional family observations, right? kidding).
Ok what else. Cleaning and chores, toddlers, therapy, doctor appts — oh ENT. I have to schedule an ENT in somewhere, a sleep study at some point, dentist this week for a 3 year old with a 1 year old in tow not even in town, spiritual life? ha! Emotional health?! Wa ha! Other important things of that nature? Not likely.
Momma may be cracking up a tad. Things like DH’s work truck never starting, breaking down weekly, needing money to put into or replace. Thinking about selling our crappy SUV before the mileage is so high it croaks and we are SO of L.
Feeling guilty for not being the montessori super mom like counting coconuts. Or cooking healthy like heavenly homemaker. Or getting deals like moneysavingmom. Or work on my faith like conversiondiary. pretty home like obdeeoh features. simple life like zenhabits? Yes when do I have time to read blogs? Not in the past month, let me tell you.
Oh! Wanting to be moved already. packed and moved out. not waiting for the eviction people to throw my stuff into the yard. Then there’s the fact that I need my teeth filled too, and have no way to get to that, or pay for it — and I haven’t had my eye prescription updated in like 3 years even though I’m practically blind in my left eye now.
I missed 3 — THREE — appointments last week that I scheduled. Ooops. I forgot about 2, missed one flat out. Almost missed my confirmation candidate’s meeting because I was at something else that ran over an hour.
Library books, diaper laundry, pick up CVS prescription, grocery lists, Bible study, mom’s group, feeling guilty about not giving myself in about a hundred ways, potty training, breastfeeding still, increasing our sign vocabulary, dishes, tot school, exercise, school, moving, packing, medicaid, mary’s vaccines are HORRIBLY behind schedule, cleaning, dinner, ENT, speech and OT tomorrow…
All the things that float around in my head at any given second in time. But you know what — writing it all out helps. I think sometimes you just need to vent. Thank you for being there blog. Now that everyone knows I’m crazy.
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Ah. Actually, I feel better. Thank you.
Can somebody please organize my life? That’s be super.
I will be taking any and all time / schedule juggling advice. Thank you.
And now I’m going to go dance to Ziggy Marley with my sweet littles. At least I have my priorities straight right?
Hi there day cinco. Hmm now I want a margarita for some reason.
I meant to take a progress picture, but so far I have 3 boxes filled for consignment and 1 to pack away should we have another girl. Sadly so many of our clothing is stained from g tube granulation tissue, blood and of course food.
Alas.
But at least I am slowly making clothing progress. I don’t yet know if we will have everything packed up and ready to be tagged by the 11th, but that is the aim.
Oh and I picked up some moving boxes. So we’re headed in the right direction for sure. Just need to find more time. Such a fleeting thing when you have 2 precious babies all to yourself all day!
