Under 250.../Getting the Boo into his own bed

This morning I was 249.5 on my home scale. I'm under 250! Yay! Well by only a half a pound, but that is a hell of a lot better than being 261.5, my highest weight.

I still need to start to exercise, AKA: get my ass on the treadmill.

Today I cleaned D's room (OMG what a mess!) and tonight we put him into his own bed to sleep. I think it will take four weeks of putting him into his bed, taking him into his bed at night and making sure he sleeps all night in his bed. We'll see. The big goal is to have E in bed with me. I miss him in many ways.

I need to start going to bed early anyways. I've gone to bed late these past two days and I can't get up in the morning. I hate it, I feel so bad and lazy.

There is much Momma Drama going on but I'm trying to brush it off. It's hard though and I have to take it a minute at a time sometimes.

I have to remember to breathe. Many people have a worse life than mine.

Hours and counting...

My mom should be here today.

It's 6:50 am, is it too early to finish this left over from last night glass of wine sitting beside me? God, I'm so stressed out! Please help me get thru this.

I really wish it would have worked out for her. (Is that mean to say?) But instead she was miserable and called me almost every day to let me know. Even as of yesterday while she was driving up here she got a couple of calls for interviews. She called me to ask me why, when she finally decides to leave AZ, do they call her for interviews? "What should I DOOOOO?" she cried into the phone.

I told her to do what ever she wanted to do. I can't make the decision for her. So she decided to keep driving up here. Oy!

One of her major complaints was that she was living in a tiny room with no space for her things and so she had to keep her stuff in her car. So I cleared out my craft room/baby-stuff storage room. It still has some of my craft items in it but it is organized in a hutch, D's baby stuff is in the garage and I just need to clean out a little dresser to put in there. I even cleaned out the little closet so she can hang her clothes. She should have plenty of room. If she complains that she needs more room I'll volunteer to clear out some of her crap she has to lug around with her. She doesn't need 100 pairs of black shoes. Pick three pairs and get rid of the rest!

It's kind of nice to be up this early. Drinking coffee and watching the Today show. D has his last speech class today and both classes are getting together at a local park that has a carousel. The kids get five free rides but I know D will never want to get off so I need to pick up some cash. It will be fun to see his classmates outside of the classroom.

I better tear myself from the computer and get ready for the day.

Happy Wednesday!

"Reading"

Dominic has been reading, it's not really reading but mimicking what I read to him. His favorite (and the cutest) are "Goodnight Moon" and "The Very Hungry Caterpillar". He sits there in all seriousness and mumbles most of it except for the key words, pointing at all the pages just like I do.

As I was fixing my hair on Friday he was reading "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" so studiously; counting the apples, pears, plumbs and oranges one by one and 'reading' out loud the food the caterpillar ate on the last Saturday, pointing to each one: "Piece chocket cake", "Un cheese", "Un ice ceem cone", "Un Schaushes" (sausage), "Un wa-Mellon". He mimics the tickling of his tummy and flaps the book at the end when the caterpillar turns into the beautiful butterfly, just like I do. He flapped so vigorously that he flapped the book into his eye and kept on going. Geez he cracks me up!

"Moon Book" ("Goodnight Moon") is just as adorable, I'll spare you the details, but it amazes me how much little kids remember and learn. I'm not so deluded to think D's a genius (oh puh-leeze! I do meet people like this), but I think he is very average for his age (which is great considering how early he came from my womb) and it is so wonderful to see his brain churning and learning, picking up on stuff and using what he has learned not only from books, but everything. Don't get me started on how awesome he is on the computer.

Yes my son is spoiled and has his own computer and he knows how to use it. Amazing and a bit weird to me because I was 25 when my family finally got a computer (only NINE years ago!) and I got a huge lecture from my dad about not getting on the Internet and "downloading viruses". Heh.

Wow, that's taking me back. I'll have to write about that another day.

Anyway, my baby is growing up so fast. It's so bittersweet to have them grow up. He amazes me every day. I just need to remember that and not get so irritated when he's being a three year old.

Ok, enough I need to get to bed! Tomorrow is the search for the perfect wood filler (Ug, home inprovements make me cry!). Any suggestions???

Lists

Of the things that are bothering me right now:

My right knee hurts

My right elbow hurts

My left ankle hurts

My bangs will not grow out fast enough and keep getting in my eyes

Sitting down and impaling a toy airplane in my ass

Trying to go grocery shopping with a three year old who won't stop touching everything, wanting up, wanting down, getting in people's way so we left now I have to go grocery shopping again. Oh joy.

Having to pay $30 for 2 medications and I don't have any extra money.

Being followed around by Boo and having him say "Eat, eat?" every five minutes. YOU JUST ATE!!


Of things that I'm thankful for:

Not punching anyone out that irritated me today.

It is not a hot day today

That I have a healthy child


That's all I can think of for now. I think I'm PMSing big time.

It's been so long...

Every day I think of something to blog about, but since I'm not a real writer it never makes it down on 'paper'.

My mom is coming back to the Great NW, AZ was not quite what she had hoped. She hasn't found a job, fights with my Bro and SIL*** has made her move in with my grandma which means she is still living out of her car. My ex-step dad has found a new woman and they'll be getting married in the beginning of September. That sent my mom into tail-spin. Now she wants him back.

*** Rant allert *** Excuse me! My mooch of a brother would suck anyone dry with his moving in, borrowing money, eating ALL the food (once when I told him he was eating E's lunch food he told me that we had a job and could afford to replace it!!) and bring druggie strangers in the house late at night. Now that he found the Good Lord he is holier than thou and basically kicked my mom out of his house. Funny he only remembers what he's done for people not what so many people have done for him. Yes, very Christlike indeed!!!! OK, rant over.

I have been in a funk when she told me that she would be coming back and needed to stay with me. I've been a total wreck, biting my beautiful nails to the nubs and when there are no more nails to bite I'm digging at my cuticles. My hands look like a bloody mess. After discussing it with E (that was like pulling teeth, he refused to talk to me about it since I was 'rude' and 'disrespectful' when I talked to him about it before but he finally came around) he told me to tell her what I expected of her when she comes to stay with us. And I did it!! I told her she couldn't get involved in my marriage (she always takes E's side and fuels the fire) and she couldn't get involved in my parenting. She was very understanding, even agreeing that she does take E's side and apologized to me! Shock of shocks!!

She told me that she didn't realize what I was to her until she left and that I have been the only person in her life that has always been honest with her without an agenda. That made me laugh. I always thought I was just being bitchy! I think if she comes back it will be OK.

E and I had yet another fight over my homemaking skills (or lack there of..) so I'm thinking of getting back with Flylady. I do need some motivation and I really need to de-clutter this messy house. We'll see, I'm such a procrastinator.

Tomorrow my step-mom is picking us up and me and D will surprise my dad for lunch. He thinks it's only going to be her. He's been so supportive since my mom has been gone. I really like my dad and he will be tickled when he sees us tomorrow.

Time to get the Boo ready for bed and get our clothes together.

Happy Thursday!