Here’s a little ploy to keep you all interested in my progress. I’ll post some pics from when I was a kid. They aren’t the best quality since I took pics of pics, but you get the idea.
You really should stick around to see the 6th grade school photo. It will be worth your time.
Starting weight: 135
Goal: 125
Yesterday: 132.4
Today: 131.8
Today +/-: -.6
Total +/-: -3.2
Mondays are my day to clean. I try to at least get the main floor taken care of, but the kitchen alone is daunting. Wanna know why?
LIMESCALE
This is so much worse than mildew. I mean, there’s mold growing everywhere here anyway, so nobody cares about that.
These days I spend my days scouring lime off of the kitchen sink - which happens to be stainless, so it shows EVERY DAMN DROP - and trying different products that remove lime. (I’d say I hate it, but we’re not using those words for anything since L told A that he hates him. He has no idea what he’s saying.)
Anyway, I cleaned this morning and this afternoon I went to the psychiatrist to convince him that I should be taking “zee-ban” for depression.
Fortunately I was well prepared when he whipped out his little medicine book and told me that zee-ban is used only for smoking cessation and is known to CAUSE anxiety and depression.
Ooooooo-kay?
Anyway, I had all of the documentation from my previous pharmacy, including detailed descriptions of how the drug is used to quit smoking AND as an antidepressant.
As he handed the paper back to me, he said he doesn’t think it will be a problem for me to keep taking it.
Before I left, he copied my paper and I gave him my old psych’s phone number. Then I asked the stupidest question you can ask someone in the UK or Europe.
I asked him if he knew how to call the U.S.
And I totally insulted him. He looked at me like he should strap me down and admit me.
I am such a dumb ass. People around here call other countries ALL the time, whereas people I give our phone number to in the U.S. need extremely detailed calling instructions.
When I explained the latter to him, he laughed, so I think I’m still good. But I checked the box that I want to be copied on correspondence between him and my GP just to keep an eye on him.
I was a little nervous, but the whole trip was really relaxing once I figured out where I was going (and they didn’t care that I arrived 15 minutes late sweating to the point that I was fogging up my glasses). I got two hours away from the kids, at least.
As I walked past all of the little shops (by my sweet, sweet self), I caught myself thinking about how much different this adventure would be if I didn’t have kids.
I envisioned myself in funky heels and a cool dress carrying a cute little handbag (NOT a backpack), and wearing unsmeared lipstick as I made my way to the tube stop to meet A for an exotic lunch and sightseeing/pooping around downtown.
This is a stark contrast to the jeans/snotty shirt/gel shoe-insert -wearing temptress that I am now. Oh, and don’t forget the stroller.
But, like A said, I’m supposed to be finding a nanny.
I need to get on that.
So…Elena didn’t ask to nurse again this evening. I wasn’t feeling too bad when I went to bed so I didn’t wake her, but if she wakes in the night and I’m sore, she’s gettin’ the boob.
Also? Liam pooped his pants! I don’t know what’s up with that kid, but he’s totally fighting the potty training again.
I want to tie him to the toilet.
BAHHHHHH!
Starting weight: 135
Goal: 125
Yesterday: Forgot to weigh. Oops.
Day Before Yesterday: 131.8
Today: 132.4
Today +/-: +.6
Total +/-: -2.6
It looks like The Girls are retiring - Elena didn’t ask to nurse when I put her to bed.
I knew it was coming, so I wasn’t surprised, but I did stay upstairs a bit longer than normal and had about a three-minute cry. I wasn’t sad she was done, because it means independence for both of us, but it is a little weird thinking about the fact that now anyone can do what I’ll be doing for her.
At least I remember the “last” time. She was very sweet. She was holding her pink blanket and moving her hand back and forth across my chest the way she’s done since she was teeny tiny. She fell asleep nursing and her little eyelids fluttered open every once in a while. I’m thankful that I wasn’t in a rush because I still think that was the last time she really wanted to nurse.
Unfortunately I had to wake her up at 11.30 to nurse her because I was DAH-HIGH-ING. I’ll probably have to do it once or twice more so I don’t get engorged, but I took a long look at her knowing that it won’t be much longer.
For the record? I’m totally not looking forward to the National Geographic boobage that will soon be my chest.
You all know what I’m talkin’ ’bout.
In other news…
We got our act together and did errands this morning.
It wasn’t the most enjoyable. While the traffic was light, the stores were packed. And Primark was in the mall.
I don’t really care to fight the crowds to shop, so my goal is to get in and get out - which we did at 1 & 2. A, on the other hand, likes to check things out. (No wonder he’s the fashion god of the family.) And I understand that he can only get out on the weekends, so I don’t blame him.
But I didn’t know we were going to a mall until we were already on our way to the ‘burbs. He dropped it on me like Murphy drops ass and I was trapped in the car in a stinky situation: I hadn’t packed lunch for the kids; I didn’t bring the stroller; and I hadn’t brought my afternoon meds, so preparing mentally wasn’t much of an option. (Though I do feel better today.)
I’m not going to go on about it because it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. We rented one of those car-in-the-front shopping carts after we had a pretty crappy lunch and we were on our way.
On the way home, I sat in the back with the kids. There’s really not room for a third person back there, but squeeeeeezed in. It was comical, but I kept them awake and they both took naps when we got back.
The naps were nice, but L was wide awake at bedtime. He didn’t go to sleep until almost 10. And prior to getting him in bed, he refused to pick up his toys, so I loaded everything that was on the floor up into two kitchen-size garbage bags and told him he’d have to work to earn them back or I was going to give them to someone who takes care of their toys. (Stole this tactic from my sis.) Unfortunately, I don’t think it made any difference. After I did the playroom and was talking to him about going into his room and doing the same thing, he said, sort of excitedly, “Mama? I want you to go in my room and pick up my toys and put them in a trash bag and make them off limits.
I did, and it didn’t go over well, but he still didn’t pick anything up - he just stood there and cried while I did it.
Oh, I almost forgot! (I promise not to bitch any more after this.) I no longer have a selfish reason to nurse. Let’s just leave it at that.
Anyway, I’m going to end the day on a good note just to spite all of the shopping and picking up nastiness.
It was a good day in terms of telecom. A found my phone in the hamper. It was all somewhere in our sheets that were wadded up in the hamper. I’ve been a little annoyed because it had been missing since the day L came home sick.
It shouldn’t matter. Nobody calls, of course (You could! I have 800 minutes per month!), but it’s nice to be able to check email and read blogs in the few HAPPY minutes I steal during the day.
Guess who's coming to dinner....
And don't you dare show up without Cheddar Bunnies.
