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The past couple of weeks have been a combination of Halloween and my daughter's birthday. Both events were stretched out to epic proportions, leaving me somewhat exhausted and slightly manic all at the same time. Ugh. But the kids got to wear their Halloween costumes more than once, which is great, and I got ideas for my daughter for Christmas based on what she got for her birthday. Not Aquadots, specifically. Date rape drugs for the kiddie set. What will China think of next?
So it was mostly good, except for the Saturday afternoon right before my daughter's bowling party. I lost my shit entirely on my husband in front of the kids. To be fair, he seriously screwed up and came home late before the party because apparently he FORGOT what time the party started. Grrrr. Anyway, I swore a lot and screamed a lot and almost a week later, my daughter still talks about how REALLY mad mommy got at daddy and how he almost ruined her birthday. Yep. They'll be talking about that one in therapy for years, I'm sure. I think I looked normal during the party itself. God, I hope so. All I would need is other parents saying how unhinged I am behind my back.
My daughter is officially 4 years old now. Somehow that has not stopped the bathroom accidents. Sigh. And she has taken to torturing her brother by touching and poking him until he hits or pinches her. It always ends in tears. Yay, parenthood, year 6 1/2! My poor son. My poor daughter. They are funny and really smart, so I shouldn't dump on them and their sometime lack of good behavior. Today they played together well, mostly. It will be nice when stuff like that happens more often. Probably not for another 20 years, though, right?
All right, enough boring parenting whining. I got the lab results from my first visit with the new doc and it turns out I am in relatively good shape (although I need to lose quite a bit of weight. Surprise!). For the first time in like, ever, my blood count was normal (I was always anemic. Always. If I got really sick, all I wanted to do was sleep). My cholesterol is right where it should be (188 - thank you, Zocor!). My blood sugar is not even pre-diabetic (dodged a major bullet on that one). I might be one of the healthiest fat people both you and I know. Go, me.
I even met with a nutritionist, although so far I haven't done one damn thing she suggested and I am fraught with guilt. I don't know what I was thinking, trying to eat better during Halloween. I think I have single-handedly raided all the chocolate out of my son's trick-or-treat bucket. Don't look at me like that. He doesn't like chocolate all that much anyway. My daughter can't have most regular chocolate due to her peanut allergy, so it's either eat my son's Kit Kat's or turn my nose up in disgust at all the Starbursts in the house and then go look for some ice cream.
Jesus, God. I think I need to up my meds, or something. Rambling, thy name is Nellymom. It effing freezing in this house, even though the thermostat says it's 70 degrees. Goddammit. AND it snowed for the first time here today. I know, shut the hell up, at least you have water and your house wasn't burned down to the ground, you spoiled little housewife.
I'll shut up in just a minute, just one last thing. Does anyone have any ideas for helping a dog that gets carsick? Even for short rides. Because I'm tired of cleaning barf out of my minivan.
So it was mostly good, except for the Saturday afternoon right before my daughter's bowling party. I lost my shit entirely on my husband in front of the kids. To be fair, he seriously screwed up and came home late before the party because apparently he FORGOT what time the party started. Grrrr. Anyway, I swore a lot and screamed a lot and almost a week later, my daughter still talks about how REALLY mad mommy got at daddy and how he almost ruined her birthday. Yep. They'll be talking about that one in therapy for years, I'm sure. I think I looked normal during the party itself. God, I hope so. All I would need is other parents saying how unhinged I am behind my back.
My daughter is officially 4 years old now. Somehow that has not stopped the bathroom accidents. Sigh. And she has taken to torturing her brother by touching and poking him until he hits or pinches her. It always ends in tears. Yay, parenthood, year 6 1/2! My poor son. My poor daughter. They are funny and really smart, so I shouldn't dump on them and their sometime lack of good behavior. Today they played together well, mostly. It will be nice when stuff like that happens more often. Probably not for another 20 years, though, right?
All right, enough boring parenting whining. I got the lab results from my first visit with the new doc and it turns out I am in relatively good shape (although I need to lose quite a bit of weight. Surprise!). For the first time in like, ever, my blood count was normal (I was always anemic. Always. If I got really sick, all I wanted to do was sleep). My cholesterol is right where it should be (188 - thank you, Zocor!). My blood sugar is not even pre-diabetic (dodged a major bullet on that one). I might be one of the healthiest fat people both you and I know. Go, me.
I even met with a nutritionist, although so far I haven't done one damn thing she suggested and I am fraught with guilt. I don't know what I was thinking, trying to eat better during Halloween. I think I have single-handedly raided all the chocolate out of my son's trick-or-treat bucket. Don't look at me like that. He doesn't like chocolate all that much anyway. My daughter can't have most regular chocolate due to her peanut allergy, so it's either eat my son's Kit Kat's or turn my nose up in disgust at all the Starbursts in the house and then go look for some ice cream.
Jesus, God. I think I need to up my meds, or something. Rambling, thy name is Nellymom. It effing freezing in this house, even though the thermostat says it's 70 degrees. Goddammit. AND it snowed for the first time here today. I know, shut the hell up, at least you have water and your house wasn't burned down to the ground, you spoiled little housewife.
I'll shut up in just a minute, just one last thing. Does anyone have any ideas for helping a dog that gets carsick? Even for short rides. Because I'm tired of cleaning barf out of my minivan.