It's Sunday night. I've caught up on DVR and could be watching Grey's or reading or really anything else, but instead I turned on the remake of the Parent Trap. You know, the one with Lindsay Lohan before she became a skank. How sick is that?
I know.
I also could retire to the bedroom to read a bit before sleeping, but Hubby is in there watching the hockey game and I really can't stand watching sports when they really mean anything ... he gets so worked up. He's yelling at the screen. Earlier I think there was a replay to decide if the puck was in or not, and I heard "It's in, yep, it's in. I said, it's in. I'm going to go ahead and clap now" and did that horrible slow clap. It's irritating and hilarious all in one.
Weekend: great. Well, a mixed bag really, but it turned out decent. Spencer woke up with a wretched barking cough and wheezing trouble breathing and ugh, it was horrible. I tend NOT to overreact with such things, but with an upcoming familial surgery and my mom's stuff and Henry's mood swings I was worried that ... well, I was just worried. I packed him up at 5am and dragged him to the Afterhours clinic only to find out that After Hours does not mean any hour, and they didn't open until 1pm. Back home we went and hit Walgreen's walk-in at 9:30 to find out that all his facilities were in order and if it was anything, it's too early to tell.
By then he said he was feeling fine, so we moved on with our day - finger painting, sprinklers, a NAP (that's what happens when he wakes up at 4:30am), a run (BTW, it's far too hot to run these days) and the realization that I've almost hit my one-year goal weight in four months. Once I technically hit it (my scale kept going up and down, but I think it's final decision was 2 lbs more to go), I'm going to set another 10lbs at a time until I get down to a happy weight. But I'm in the 150s now; I haven't been in the 150s since high school! I've never been a skinny minnie and I'm finally okay with that, but I do hope for healthy and strong and comfortable with myself.
Sunday was BOGO brunch at Ruby Tuesdays (they have this California breakfast quesadilla which is fantastic), $5 days at Mosi, 7-11 Icees and a fantastic salad for dinner (lettuce, mushrooms, tomatoes, carrots, whole wheat pasta, goat cheese and shrimp that was sauteed with a touch of bacon and brown sugar). Spencer fell asleep after MOSI and slept straight through the night from about 5pm on. Henry CUT HIS FIRST TOOTH and was a pill all night. Really, all weekend, but we finally were able to have something to show for it. A tooth! Excellent! But hopefully now maybe I'll be able to get him to do some sleeping.
Please Lord, let him sleep.
3 comments:
T got his first 2 teeth the past 2 weeks, too. And he is cranky. Much more so than C was - she would fuss until it popped through (for like a day) and then she'd be over it. For him, he drooled like a mad man for 1-2 days, soaking everything in his path and then fussed for 3-4 days. Ugh. At least he still sleeps. That's the only peace.
Id like to see a picture of the scale!! Why have you been posting those lately?
Mia, I didn't know anyone cared about those things! When I hit 30 lbs, I'll definitely post an "ugly toes" picture. :)
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