I put a question mark behind the title because I'm not sure how temporary this state is. I am tired. This is a recurring theme. I seem to have reached a new level of exhaustion and I can't even blame it on work anymore. I don't work a 40 hour plus week anymore. Not outside of the home anyway. Yet last night I was in bed by quarter after 8. I read for a little while and then it was lights out somewhere around 8:30 and yet, I find myself fighting the urge to either be-head someone or cry.
This could be due in part to the fact that around 12 a.m. my three year old made his nightly appearance in our bed. I took him back to his bed by 1 a.m. and roughly an hour later I was on the couch having given up sleeping with fucking Shrek.
Shrek is my husband. Who has some serious sinus or adenoid issues because the snoring is getting out of hand. Yesterday morning I gave up and went and slept in my daughter's bed. She was out of town so I had roughly an hour of silent sleep there. I currently roam my house at night searching for quiet and slumber.
My arms are literally tired from trying to hold them up to type this. I have zero energy.
My husband? Rolled out of bed sometime after 8. He then huffed and puffed for awhile because the dog pissed on his jacket. Not good behaviour on the dog's part but at least it saved me from having to do it.
Do I hate him? No. But motherfucker if that guy can't sleep his way through life. There is nothing short of mind numbing pain that he can't sleep through. Until whatever time he pleases. You know how a lot of adults say they can't sleep in anymore? He is not one of those people.
I am. Although given my current state I think I could actually sleep in. It feels like I could sleep for days and not be rested. There are still Christmas cards to mail, presents to wrap, a meal to plan, baking to do and don't forget actual work. Oh and I'm not done shopping yet either.
This is not a good time to be fading. Yet here I am. Faded.
Shortly I will leave to take my oldest child to the orthodontist and I will be hitting Starbucks first to get a White Chocolate Peppermint Mocha. Artificial energy is my only friend at present.
I am considering giving up all together and letting my youngest sleep with my husband and just taking the kids bed. Why? Because when I went back to my room this morning they were snuggled up like two peas in a pod despite the fact that my husband continued to sound like he was choking on a fucking chainsaw. The little man slept right through it. So perhaps they'd be better off together and I can sleep a whole night through in Jr's bed.
Worth a shot? I think it might be. It's that or manslaughter charges...I plan to plead not guilty by, you guessed it, reason of temporary insanity.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
A Blast From the Past
Friday, August 21, 2009
Out of the comfort zone
The other day my husband suggested I try something completely out of my comfort zone in response to my 100 millionth bitch about my job... I hate my job. This will be a recurring theme so may as well get it out of the way now. However, I have four kids, a mortgage, a car payment and a husband embarking on a new career so I'm stuck with it. I'm ridiculously envious of him because he's doing what he's always wanted to. And unless someone out there wants to pay me to make fun of others, that's not an attainable goal for me.
So here I am. I wish, more than anything in the world, to be a writer. Original, I know. However after having just finished another Jen Lancaster book I'm sure this is my calling. Oh, and to write for the Chelsea Handler show and maybe someday make the round table....euphoria. However, when one lives in Saskatchewan and began breeding just about as soon as physically capable and didn't stop until a full 13 years later, my chances are greater that I will be spat on by a client.
I'm quite positive I'm not at liberty to divulge what my current job is but believe me, being spit on is entirely possible.
Posted by 77Cher at 8:37 PM
Out of the comfort zone
The other day my husband suggested I try something completely out of my comfort zone in response to my 100 millionth bitch about my job... I hate my job. This will be a recurring theme so may as well get it out of the way now. However, I have four kids, a mortgage, a car payment and a husband embarking on a new career so I'm stuck with it. I'm ridiculously envious of him because he's doing what he's always wanted to. And unless someone out there wants to pay me to make fun of others, that's not an attainable goal for me.
So here I am. I wish, more than anything in the world, to be a writer. Original, I know. However after having just finished another Jen Lancaster book I'm sure this is my calling. Oh, and to write for the Chelsea Handler show and maybe someday make the round table....euphoria. However, when one lives in Saskatchewan and began breeding just about as soon as physically capable and didn't stop until a full 13 years later, my chances are greater that I will be spat on by a client.
I'm quite positive I'm not at liberty to divulge what my current job is but believe me, being spit on is entirely possible.
Posted by 77Cher at 8:37 PM
Out
I was bitchy yesterday. All day. It had me wondering what was up and if I'm one of those people who'll never be content. Then I showered, did my hair, put on some make-up and clean, semi-fitted clothing and left the house. Lo and behold, I found myself in a better mood!
You see, like everything else, slob-ness must be done in moderation. I spent the better part of my day in my favourite pair of sweatpants. I left my house yesterday morning and I paired the sweats with a fleece hoody and tucked my hair up under my hat. I looked like ass. And it turns out, it meant I felt like ass too.
I'm not placing all the blame on my sweats. There are other factors at play here. Like my children. The youngest continues to be an asshole and this time I'm referring to his tendency to come sleep with us in the night. There is not enough room at the inn. So I take him back to bed, and within an hour or two, he's back. We sometimes do this up to three times a night. This does not equal a rested me. It actually itches a very bitchy me. Especially first thing in the morning.
Christmas is coming and I can't quite decide how I feel about that just yet. I like Christmas. However, Christmas requires money. I don't care you are. And money is still in somewhat limited supply around here. Not as bad as last year when the piece of shit my husband was working for stopped paying him, but it's still tight. On the positive side though I am at home. I can shop on a Monday morning. I don't have to cram my baking into the two days before Christmas if I was lucky enough to get them off of work. I don't have to return to work after Christmas. I'll be working, but from my home. So there definitely is an upside.
Bottom line is I need to get myself out of this house. Not allow myself to be lulled by the promise of sweats and un-styled hair every day. It just doesn't do this body good. And as a kind friend warned me, I need to keep an eye on 'things' because sweat pants don't get tight. Or at least not until a good 20 or 30 pounds has been gained, so jeans, once or twice a week (I'm not going to get crazy here), will serve more than one purpose.
You see, like everything else, slob-ness must be done in moderation. I spent the better part of my day in my favourite pair of sweatpants. I left my house yesterday morning and I paired the sweats with a fleece hoody and tucked my hair up under my hat. I looked like ass. And it turns out, it meant I felt like ass too.
I'm not placing all the blame on my sweats. There are other factors at play here. Like my children. The youngest continues to be an asshole and this time I'm referring to his tendency to come sleep with us in the night. There is not enough room at the inn. So I take him back to bed, and within an hour or two, he's back. We sometimes do this up to three times a night. This does not equal a rested me. It actually itches a very bitchy me. Especially first thing in the morning.
Christmas is coming and I can't quite decide how I feel about that just yet. I like Christmas. However, Christmas requires money. I don't care you are. And money is still in somewhat limited supply around here. Not as bad as last year when the piece of shit my husband was working for stopped paying him, but it's still tight. On the positive side though I am at home. I can shop on a Monday morning. I don't have to cram my baking into the two days before Christmas if I was lucky enough to get them off of work. I don't have to return to work after Christmas. I'll be working, but from my home. So there definitely is an upside.
Bottom line is I need to get myself out of this house. Not allow myself to be lulled by the promise of sweats and un-styled hair every day. It just doesn't do this body good. And as a kind friend warned me, I need to keep an eye on 'things' because sweat pants don't get tight. Or at least not until a good 20 or 30 pounds has been gained, so jeans, once or twice a week (I'm not going to get crazy here), will serve more than one purpose.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Getting to Know You
So I can't remember what I have and haven't told you about my new career path but it involves working from home. This is good. Most of the time.
The rest of the time? I long for an office devoid of three year olds who have no concept of time but insist on constantly inquiring about the time. And then arguing with me about it. A quiet office. Free of dogs. Where I don't need to holler "ENOUGH" upwards of nine times a day to no avail.
This is a learning journey. For instance, my three year old, I've discovered, is kind of an asshole. I knew this to be somewhat true but when I wasn't spending 24 hours a day with him, it was easy to look past it once you caught a glimpse of his big green eyes and devilish good looks. Being together, all. of. the. time. has brought a new truth to light. He's a true baby of the family which basically translates into he never listens, shuns discipline but is such a laid back and fun loving guy you can't help but laugh at his latest asshole antic.
Today, upon being chastened, he advised he would be leaving and going to his "other home". I inquired as to where this home might be. Turns out he's got himself a little getaway pad in Saskatoon. He's watched a lot of Home Alone lately and this has led to him wishing for me to disappear after again being disciplined. Unfortunately for him, the likelihood of me going to Paris, with or without him, is about as likely as my being ID'd in Brooks, Alberta. (read previous post).
So here are the perks to my current occupation:
1) Dress Code: here at Penny Lane Inc. an elasticized waist is a requirement. As is an over-sized hoodies paired with an equally over-sized t-shirt. Socks are optional. Make-up is even more optional. Really, clean underwear and brushing one's teeth pretty much qualify one as C.E.O.
2) Commute: Zero minutes. No more near-aneurysm causing commutes behind one of our city's fair senior members. No more shouting four-letter words at Gramps and Grams and then feeling guilty and like Baby Jebus is frowning on my bitterness towards all octogenarian drivers.
3) Co-workers: Three year old, two dogs and two cats and for an hour at lunch, a six year old. This is where it starts to fall apart a little. But it's still bearable as I don't have to make bullshit small talk with any of them.
4) Management: Technically I am self-employed so clearly the Management is beyond fantastic. Funny in a cynically wonderful sarcastic manner. No bullshit. Doesn't frown upon my bare feet or sweat pants.
There you have it. It's a pretty sweet deal that will only get sweeter at the end of this week when I get to venture out of the house back into the world of adults. So I'll have to trade in the sweats for a day or two in exchange for some semi-professional wear but on the bright side, I will not have to bathe anyone midday when a poop has taken an unexpected turn for the worse. I may have to make small talk but will not have to put my dog on time-out. It's all about choices and for now, I choose to accept my youngest child, a product of my parenting, is kind of an asshole. I also choose to recognize this is as close to having the best of both worlds that I've ever had, and for that?
Well, for that, I am grateful.
The rest of the time? I long for an office devoid of three year olds who have no concept of time but insist on constantly inquiring about the time. And then arguing with me about it. A quiet office. Free of dogs. Where I don't need to holler "ENOUGH" upwards of nine times a day to no avail.
This is a learning journey. For instance, my three year old, I've discovered, is kind of an asshole. I knew this to be somewhat true but when I wasn't spending 24 hours a day with him, it was easy to look past it once you caught a glimpse of his big green eyes and devilish good looks. Being together, all. of. the. time. has brought a new truth to light. He's a true baby of the family which basically translates into he never listens, shuns discipline but is such a laid back and fun loving guy you can't help but laugh at his latest asshole antic.
Today, upon being chastened, he advised he would be leaving and going to his "other home". I inquired as to where this home might be. Turns out he's got himself a little getaway pad in Saskatoon. He's watched a lot of Home Alone lately and this has led to him wishing for me to disappear after again being disciplined. Unfortunately for him, the likelihood of me going to Paris, with or without him, is about as likely as my being ID'd in Brooks, Alberta. (read previous post).
So here are the perks to my current occupation:
1) Dress Code: here at Penny Lane Inc. an elasticized waist is a requirement. As is an over-sized hoodies paired with an equally over-sized t-shirt. Socks are optional. Make-up is even more optional. Really, clean underwear and brushing one's teeth pretty much qualify one as C.E.O.
2) Commute: Zero minutes. No more near-aneurysm causing commutes behind one of our city's fair senior members. No more shouting four-letter words at Gramps and Grams and then feeling guilty and like Baby Jebus is frowning on my bitterness towards all octogenarian drivers.
3) Co-workers: Three year old, two dogs and two cats and for an hour at lunch, a six year old. This is where it starts to fall apart a little. But it's still bearable as I don't have to make bullshit small talk with any of them.
4) Management: Technically I am self-employed so clearly the Management is beyond fantastic. Funny in a cynically wonderful sarcastic manner. No bullshit. Doesn't frown upon my bare feet or sweat pants.
There you have it. It's a pretty sweet deal that will only get sweeter at the end of this week when I get to venture out of the house back into the world of adults. So I'll have to trade in the sweats for a day or two in exchange for some semi-professional wear but on the bright side, I will not have to bathe anyone midday when a poop has taken an unexpected turn for the worse. I may have to make small talk but will not have to put my dog on time-out. It's all about choices and for now, I choose to accept my youngest child, a product of my parenting, is kind of an asshole. I also choose to recognize this is as close to having the best of both worlds that I've ever had, and for that?
Well, for that, I am grateful.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Hiatus Interrupted
So I've been fielding a few complaints about the lack of blogging. Well, I think I'm back. I've had a number of interesting and fun occurrences happen as of late and so I shall start to share.
First of all I went to Bassano last weekend to visit some family and put on a jewellery show. Had a lovely time visiting with the ladies and such. Then, my cousin took me out for a night on the town. In Brooks. For those of you not familiar Brooks is in Alberta. It's not a large place by any means but is fairly close to Calgary. I was not at all prepared for the diversity Brooks offers....
Everything from minorities to the inbred and one Lonely Lesbian. I loved every minute of it. Moose Jaw, the bustling metropolis from which I currently hail, is lacking diversity in a very real way. This town couldn't get whiter and furthermore, that's the way the majority of the population prefers it. This is Redneck Utopia. People are openly racist and homophobic without any real fear of backlash. And maybe the minorities living in Brooks face racism as well; in fact I'm sure they do, but that being said, the night was beautifully diverse.
People were dancing. Men were dancing with each other because they simply wished to dance and no one with breasts were available. And the best part was, they didn't get beat up or mocked for it! In Moose Jaw, I cannot guarantee the same would happen.
Usher was there. Okay, so he's not actually Usher but this man has clearly spent some time admiring and modelling Usher's moves and did so with style and aplomb last Saturday night. His Asian counter-part for whom I have no nickname, strutted his stuff in a cage at the second bar. Yes, a cage. No, I did not get in the cage. I did however offend a shorter 'stockier' lady who seemed to think I had my eye on her man. This man is a friend of my cousin's and I did indeed dance with him. In a totally platonic, non-sexual manner. There was no grinding. I'm 33 and a married mother of four. I don't grind. There was more than respectable amount of space between us. However, Mama Cass Jr. suspected there was more to it than met the eye and started throwing herself at me on the dance floor. With that, I let my dance partner go and he was promptly embraced and ground upon by this woman. She even treated him with a little booty shaking and displayed one of the biggest tramp stamps I have ever seen.
Lucky man.
So not sure if I mentioned it or not but my cousin is beautiful and has a body most woman would kill for. She is also THREE WHOLE MONTHS OLDER than I am. Still I found myself waiting inside the first bar while she ran back to her vehicle to get her ID. She was actually ID'd. I, however, WAS NOT.
That's all I have to say about that.
I made earlier mention of the inbred and a Lonely Lesbian. The inbred boy bore an eerie resemblance to those mutants from The Hills Have Eyes. He seemed comfortable enough with his lot in life though and made up for his unfortunate DNA by sporting a nice big belt buckle. The sensibly dressed woman who moved from table to table in an effort to make friends? Struggled but was soon accepted by some Trailer Park Boys-esque looking folks and all was well. I have no confirmation she is indeed a lesbian but in any event it appears being a minority in Brooks is slightly more acceptable than being a gay woman. This is unfortunate. Is there any place in this world that is entirely inclusive? Is there any society that supports such a thing?
This is a more serious topic for another time.
And in other news: I quit my job!! This is fantastic and I believe now that I quit I can divulge where I worked...Superstore. For those of you not familiar, Superstore is a grocery store but with much more than food and I was lucky enough to work in the Electronics Department. My supervisor has one of the tightest mullets I've seen in some time and a strong love of all things Disney. I worked with a multitude of asshole adolescents and illiterates. The best part of this job was the mindlessness of it and one of my co-workers who is an exceptionally hard worker and a great lady. I'll be sad to say good bye to her but the a-hole teens and even more ignorant customers? So long fuckers.
And now? Well now I have a lovely new opportunity. And that's all I'm going to say about it. Well that and I'm extremely excited and thrilled.
So blogging will resume on what I hope is a fairly regular basis. I'm also looking for any takers on a road trip to Brooks...
First of all I went to Bassano last weekend to visit some family and put on a jewellery show. Had a lovely time visiting with the ladies and such. Then, my cousin took me out for a night on the town. In Brooks. For those of you not familiar Brooks is in Alberta. It's not a large place by any means but is fairly close to Calgary. I was not at all prepared for the diversity Brooks offers....
Everything from minorities to the inbred and one Lonely Lesbian. I loved every minute of it. Moose Jaw, the bustling metropolis from which I currently hail, is lacking diversity in a very real way. This town couldn't get whiter and furthermore, that's the way the majority of the population prefers it. This is Redneck Utopia. People are openly racist and homophobic without any real fear of backlash. And maybe the minorities living in Brooks face racism as well; in fact I'm sure they do, but that being said, the night was beautifully diverse.
People were dancing. Men were dancing with each other because they simply wished to dance and no one with breasts were available. And the best part was, they didn't get beat up or mocked for it! In Moose Jaw, I cannot guarantee the same would happen.
Usher was there. Okay, so he's not actually Usher but this man has clearly spent some time admiring and modelling Usher's moves and did so with style and aplomb last Saturday night. His Asian counter-part for whom I have no nickname, strutted his stuff in a cage at the second bar. Yes, a cage. No, I did not get in the cage. I did however offend a shorter 'stockier' lady who seemed to think I had my eye on her man. This man is a friend of my cousin's and I did indeed dance with him. In a totally platonic, non-sexual manner. There was no grinding. I'm 33 and a married mother of four. I don't grind. There was more than respectable amount of space between us. However, Mama Cass Jr. suspected there was more to it than met the eye and started throwing herself at me on the dance floor. With that, I let my dance partner go and he was promptly embraced and ground upon by this woman. She even treated him with a little booty shaking and displayed one of the biggest tramp stamps I have ever seen.
Lucky man.
So not sure if I mentioned it or not but my cousin is beautiful and has a body most woman would kill for. She is also THREE WHOLE MONTHS OLDER than I am. Still I found myself waiting inside the first bar while she ran back to her vehicle to get her ID. She was actually ID'd. I, however, WAS NOT.
That's all I have to say about that.
I made earlier mention of the inbred and a Lonely Lesbian. The inbred boy bore an eerie resemblance to those mutants from The Hills Have Eyes. He seemed comfortable enough with his lot in life though and made up for his unfortunate DNA by sporting a nice big belt buckle. The sensibly dressed woman who moved from table to table in an effort to make friends? Struggled but was soon accepted by some Trailer Park Boys-esque looking folks and all was well. I have no confirmation she is indeed a lesbian but in any event it appears being a minority in Brooks is slightly more acceptable than being a gay woman. This is unfortunate. Is there any place in this world that is entirely inclusive? Is there any society that supports such a thing?
This is a more serious topic for another time.
And in other news: I quit my job!! This is fantastic and I believe now that I quit I can divulge where I worked...Superstore. For those of you not familiar, Superstore is a grocery store but with much more than food and I was lucky enough to work in the Electronics Department. My supervisor has one of the tightest mullets I've seen in some time and a strong love of all things Disney. I worked with a multitude of asshole adolescents and illiterates. The best part of this job was the mindlessness of it and one of my co-workers who is an exceptionally hard worker and a great lady. I'll be sad to say good bye to her but the a-hole teens and even more ignorant customers? So long fuckers.
And now? Well now I have a lovely new opportunity. And that's all I'm going to say about it. Well that and I'm extremely excited and thrilled.
So blogging will resume on what I hope is a fairly regular basis. I'm also looking for any takers on a road trip to Brooks...
Friday, November 5, 2010
Hiatus
I'm taking the smallest of hiatuses from blogging. This makes me sad. For the last year and a bit it's been one small (actually large) ray of light in my sometimes otherwise challenging life. Right now though, there absolutely is no time. In fact, I should be in bed right now because I have to work at 6 a.m. tomorrow.
There is another job on the horizon that I very much want but my chances are a little less than what I originally want; should the planets align and I do get that job? Relief, happiness, excitement, nervousness...these will be the many feelings ruling my world. And what else? I may have time to blog again. No longer will I be at the mercy of shift work being treated like a moron in a vest. If I don't get this job? I will survive and continue to rock my vest and work on the other ventures currently stealing my time. Not to mention my family and Christmas bearing down on us.
Blogging? Well that will depend on many things. I'm feeling very uninspired. Discouraged even.
Well, that's enough of the Pity Party. Stay tuned because I will be back. Please don't say that to yourself with a Schwarzenegger accent...I did, but that's beside the point.
Take Care Friends.
There is another job on the horizon that I very much want but my chances are a little less than what I originally want; should the planets align and I do get that job? Relief, happiness, excitement, nervousness...these will be the many feelings ruling my world. And what else? I may have time to blog again. No longer will I be at the mercy of shift work being treated like a moron in a vest. If I don't get this job? I will survive and continue to rock my vest and work on the other ventures currently stealing my time. Not to mention my family and Christmas bearing down on us.
Blogging? Well that will depend on many things. I'm feeling very uninspired. Discouraged even.
Well, that's enough of the Pity Party. Stay tuned because I will be back. Please don't say that to yourself with a Schwarzenegger accent...I did, but that's beside the point.
Take Care Friends.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Maladaptive Coping Mechanisms
So for anyone not in a helping profession or related field, the title makes little sense to you. However, if common sense is your friend, and obviously it is because you're reading this blog, then you can figure it out...
This has been a busy week. Our vehicle has been giving us trouble, yet again and this sends my husband into a flurry of activity that involves test driving numerous vehicles. He acts like this is a chore but he likes it. The beauty part of it is, I refuse to enter the dealership he's been frequenting because their customer service is perhaps among the worst in the free world; so he goes and deals with them face to face, brings the numbers and the vehicle to me and they I give my yay or nay. Except tonight I might have to break down and go to the actual dealership with him. This is where most likely the salesman (and he is indeed male), will begin by largely making eye contact with Ryan and directing the sales pitch at him. Then I will start talking and eventually he'll realize that despite the fact I have a vagina, I am capable of math, decision making and speaking out loud.
Is this unfair of me?
No.
In the time we've been together we've bought two homes and a vehicle among other things. Typically when we deal with males sales people this is how they begin. Like it's 1946 and Ryan only brought along the little woman to get her out of the kitchen for awhile. Then I start talking. At first they can't figure out why I haven't been trained to keep my mouth shut, but eventually they realize I am indeed making sense and we work from there. It's tiring getting them to that point though. Even when I ditch my skirt, heels and pearls for a pair of pants and runners. Maybe it's my 'up-do' and red lipstick that throw them off...
In any event, life continues to be busy and fraught with stress and worry and general somewhat organized chaos.
So what 'self-care' practises do I utilize to make sure this mommy is a happy one?
Well, right now I have a box of Halloween candy beside me. And a glass of milk in front of me. So far I've eaten roughly seven 'Fun-Size' Twix bars and four Snickers. And I'm not done.
I fed my children pizza pops because I didn't take anything out of the freezer for supper and the dishes didn't get done last night. They followed up the pizza pops with pudding and are now on to cheese strings. I attempted to sneak some grapes into the equation, under the pretense of being a good mother who provides her children with choices from all four food groups, but they politely declined.
I am not setting a good example at present but due to their under-developed observational skills they have yet to notice mommy is gorging herself on candy as opposed to eating an actual meal.
Do I feel any better? More relaxed? In control of my life?
No, kind of, and no.
Will I regret this binge later?
Yep.
Will I choose exercise instead next time?
Likely not?
Alcohol?
Should the opportunity present itself.
For now though, I gotta go. I'm almost out of milk.
This has been a busy week. Our vehicle has been giving us trouble, yet again and this sends my husband into a flurry of activity that involves test driving numerous vehicles. He acts like this is a chore but he likes it. The beauty part of it is, I refuse to enter the dealership he's been frequenting because their customer service is perhaps among the worst in the free world; so he goes and deals with them face to face, brings the numbers and the vehicle to me and they I give my yay or nay. Except tonight I might have to break down and go to the actual dealership with him. This is where most likely the salesman (and he is indeed male), will begin by largely making eye contact with Ryan and directing the sales pitch at him. Then I will start talking and eventually he'll realize that despite the fact I have a vagina, I am capable of math, decision making and speaking out loud.
Is this unfair of me?
No.
In the time we've been together we've bought two homes and a vehicle among other things. Typically when we deal with males sales people this is how they begin. Like it's 1946 and Ryan only brought along the little woman to get her out of the kitchen for awhile. Then I start talking. At first they can't figure out why I haven't been trained to keep my mouth shut, but eventually they realize I am indeed making sense and we work from there. It's tiring getting them to that point though. Even when I ditch my skirt, heels and pearls for a pair of pants and runners. Maybe it's my 'up-do' and red lipstick that throw them off...
In any event, life continues to be busy and fraught with stress and worry and general somewhat organized chaos.
So what 'self-care' practises do I utilize to make sure this mommy is a happy one?
Well, right now I have a box of Halloween candy beside me. And a glass of milk in front of me. So far I've eaten roughly seven 'Fun-Size' Twix bars and four Snickers. And I'm not done.
I fed my children pizza pops because I didn't take anything out of the freezer for supper and the dishes didn't get done last night. They followed up the pizza pops with pudding and are now on to cheese strings. I attempted to sneak some grapes into the equation, under the pretense of being a good mother who provides her children with choices from all four food groups, but they politely declined.
I am not setting a good example at present but due to their under-developed observational skills they have yet to notice mommy is gorging herself on candy as opposed to eating an actual meal.
Do I feel any better? More relaxed? In control of my life?
No, kind of, and no.
Will I regret this binge later?
Yep.
Will I choose exercise instead next time?
Likely not?
Alcohol?
Should the opportunity present itself.
For now though, I gotta go. I'm almost out of milk.
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