I finally read the book Take Charge of Your Fertility. Holy crap, why wasn't this book MANDATORY reading when I was 14? Now I'm taking my temperature readings every morning and doing dip-stick (as clock calls them) readings of my cervical fluid. We'll see if things work out this cycle. Also, I now have an accurate method of finding out if I'm pregnant without having to pee on anything. Marvelous!
Earlier this week I finished up the infamous christmas tree skirt that I have been working on for 5 years. A whole section of my closet is now empty. clock will now have to make fun of me for the 400 million other reasons! Oh yeah, take THAT!
While visiting his family in Ohio, I had clock's mom teach me to crochet. I wanted to learn the basics so I could make some of these. The other night, I did. They're quite simple to make; it was my first crochet project ever, and I knocked it out in a few hours. Like I said, clock's mom taught me the basics, then I referred to a book and YouTube when I had any questions. clock says I'm now a multi-crafter. woo woo! Anyway, I used my scrubbie last night, and it works pretty well.
The Dude has decided his bed is "too big, too scary" and refuses to sleep in it alone. He demands one of us sleeping with him OR to sleep on the couch. Annoying. This weekend we will make him twin-sized bunk beds and hopefully this problem will go away. He's been happily sleeping in a full-sized bed since May, I don't know why it's suddenly scary. Whatever, man.
Everybody lies. 2 is the number of the beast. Those with kids will agree with me. My son is feral. We really have no control over him. Yesterday I was almost in tears, I was so stressed out over it all. I keep scouring the internet, hoping to find some magical parenting method that will help me, but there's none. A few weeks ago, I was in Hobby Lobby and some women behind me were talking. One was a mom with her 7 month old and 2 year old daughers, the other was a grandmother with her 2 year old granddaughter. I had to interrupt them and ask the kids' ages again - there is NO way they could be 2 and quietly standing there. The grandmother looked at me sadly and said, "You have a boy, don't you? There really is a difference between boys and girls." Again, I almost cried on the spot.
Tonight, I will try to fix my ironing board and then start making dress shirts for clock. Men are so much easier to make clothes for than curvy women. After the shirts, I will attempt pants for myself. AM I UP FOR THE CHALLENGE?!
We've been crazy busy. I have 135 messages in my inbox I need to address at some point. Every weekend is filled with more and more stuff. I get about 15 minutes a day of alone time with clock. It sucks. We desperately need to go camping.
I read Eat to Live and have changed my diet accordingly. I wish I was a skilled writer and could express what that book (and a few others) has done for me. We're now 90% vegan. I avoid consuming oils (I haven't had butter in weeks). I've also lost 10 lbs in the last 2 weeks (bonus!). How we eat in this country is disgusting. I'm changing it for my family.
In other health news, I am in the worst shape of my life (fitness-wise). It really pisses me off. I am weak, weak, weak. I need to change this, but haven't found an effective way yet. Just another item on my never-ending to-do list.
So yeah, we're probably going to move to Ohio. I am terrified of telling my parents. I really don't want to have to sit through all the shit my mother will give me. I'm also nervous about WINTER. WINTER is a cute novelty left for other people. I am a Texan, I need the day star. Yikes.
I feel like there's a lot more to say, but I don't know where to begin. That, and there's a dozen other things I need to get done right now and I probably only have another half hour of nap time left.
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