bullets, because I don't have time to be eloquent
* I went back to the gym this morning, for the first time since before Charlotte was born. It felt soooo good, and I was surprised that I could still do the 45 minutes of cardio without feeling like I was going to die.
* Home to shower, feed Charlotte her breakfast (I was FULL), and begin the insanity that is my life - fold and put away diapers, sort and continue laundry, make lunch, police/nag/threaten children about their chores, make grocery list, panic at the thought of having company in my dirty house....
* Jack and I took Julia to see a new child psychologist yesterday, someone her counsellor referred us to. Two hours of mostly watching them do play therapy, a litlte bit of parent involvement, and honestly, nothing new. She said basically what other people have told us, that Julia is "exceptionally bright", beyond her years with her vocabulary and intellect, but still emotionally immature and uncommonly anxious.
* Julia has been chipping away at my sanity, pushing me ever closer to the edge. She is constantly doing little, annoying, slightly devious acts and just when I finish dealing with one, I'm dealing with another! One after the other after the other after the other, and I'm exhausted.
* Kim hasn't been much better. Inconsiderate, slacking on chores, procrastinating; again, nothing new, just normal teenager behavior but aggravating nonetheless.
* I've been trying to get bits of school work done at nights when Charlotte is fed and content to be with Dad. Such a small amount of progress and it's going so slowly that I still feel like I'm standing still.
* I need my hair cut. Seriously, I don't know what to do with it anymore. I'm tempted to book an appointment with
birthingway's Supah Stylist in Vancouver when I go later this month, turn my back to the mirror and let him do whatever he wants.
And now, back to my day of baby feeding, floor mopping, laundry folding, kid threatening, and diaper changing.
* Home to shower, feed Charlotte her breakfast (I was FULL), and begin the insanity that is my life - fold and put away diapers, sort and continue laundry, make lunch, police/nag/threaten children about their chores, make grocery list, panic at the thought of having company in my dirty house....
* Jack and I took Julia to see a new child psychologist yesterday, someone her counsellor referred us to. Two hours of mostly watching them do play therapy, a litlte bit of parent involvement, and honestly, nothing new. She said basically what other people have told us, that Julia is "exceptionally bright", beyond her years with her vocabulary and intellect, but still emotionally immature and uncommonly anxious.
* Julia has been chipping away at my sanity, pushing me ever closer to the edge. She is constantly doing little, annoying, slightly devious acts and just when I finish dealing with one, I'm dealing with another! One after the other after the other after the other, and I'm exhausted.
* Kim hasn't been much better. Inconsiderate, slacking on chores, procrastinating; again, nothing new, just normal teenager behavior but aggravating nonetheless.
* I've been trying to get bits of school work done at nights when Charlotte is fed and content to be with Dad. Such a small amount of progress and it's going so slowly that I still feel like I'm standing still.
* I need my hair cut. Seriously, I don't know what to do with it anymore. I'm tempted to book an appointment with
birthingway's Supah Stylist in Vancouver when I go later this month, turn my back to the mirror and let him do whatever he wants.
And now, back to my day of baby feeding, floor mopping, laundry folding, kid threatening, and diaper changing.