feel so meh.
A is having a major breakthrough with communication and signing. It's so awesome to ask him a question and get an understandable response. Right before today's nap, he signed that he was sleepy. He did this for N last night before bed, too. So awesome. He told me he was all done with breakfast this morning, too: "Ah duh", and then signed it, when I asked again.
My phone has been disconnected. Guess I went over my $200 credit limit with Telus (I have zero credit, despite having lived in Canada for 6 years, so they gave me a $200 cap, which, if I go over, my phone gets disconnected until I pay and then I have a $35 reconnect fee.) Glad I got to talk to my mother last night for 45 minutes, but that is very likely what threw me well over my limit. I need a new plan, but N has my latest statement at work, so I can't look at it to figure out what among their current plan selection would best suit me.
I haven't been able to spend quality time with any of my friends lately and I'm feeling bummed. Missed out on big social connection time being gone the weekend of Pride, which I wouldn't change because I had a great time away, but I'm feeling a bit lonely again. Got that 'everybody hates me; guess I'll go eat worms' vibe goin' on, which I hate, but I don't know how to shake it.
My mother got a boob job and got her navel pierced. And she's wearing makeup again, is colouring her hair and has grown it out. She's gone crazy... but she's having a good time, so more power to her, I guess. She arrives on the 21st and will stay until the 27th.
Apparently, before my sister was born, my mother would sit at the kitchen table and colour with me and she took me to the library and sat and played with me. I remember none of this and after my sister was born (I was 2 1/2), she never did this with either of us. Not once. She's upset that I don't remember any of this. I'm upset that this is the first I've heard about it.
Soule Mama is one of my favouritest blogs ever. I love her writing; I love her style; I love her creativity. She's incredibly inspiring. And she's pregnant with her fourth little babe. I'm happy for her and kinda jealous. So many things I wish I could do over and not fuck up.
Freed up lots of storage space last night. Maybe someday soon, I might have a functional living room.
Meh.
My phone has been disconnected. Guess I went over my $200 credit limit with Telus (I have zero credit, despite having lived in Canada for 6 years, so they gave me a $200 cap, which, if I go over, my phone gets disconnected until I pay and then I have a $35 reconnect fee.) Glad I got to talk to my mother last night for 45 minutes, but that is very likely what threw me well over my limit. I need a new plan, but N has my latest statement at work, so I can't look at it to figure out what among their current plan selection would best suit me.
I haven't been able to spend quality time with any of my friends lately and I'm feeling bummed. Missed out on big social connection time being gone the weekend of Pride, which I wouldn't change because I had a great time away, but I'm feeling a bit lonely again. Got that 'everybody hates me; guess I'll go eat worms' vibe goin' on, which I hate, but I don't know how to shake it.
My mother got a boob job and got her navel pierced. And she's wearing makeup again, is colouring her hair and has grown it out. She's gone crazy... but she's having a good time, so more power to her, I guess. She arrives on the 21st and will stay until the 27th.
Apparently, before my sister was born, my mother would sit at the kitchen table and colour with me and she took me to the library and sat and played with me. I remember none of this and after my sister was born (I was 2 1/2), she never did this with either of us. Not once. She's upset that I don't remember any of this. I'm upset that this is the first I've heard about it.
Soule Mama is one of my favouritest blogs ever. I love her writing; I love her style; I love her creativity. She's incredibly inspiring. And she's pregnant with her fourth little babe. I'm happy for her and kinda jealous. So many things I wish I could do over and not fuck up.
Freed up lots of storage space last night. Maybe someday soon, I might have a functional living room.
Meh.