Apparently it’s Friday. How did that happen? I swear
yesterday was Tuesday. I wouldn’t say I’m COMPLAINING per se, but seriously,
dude. This time flash thing has got to stop. So before it’s all of a sudden
next week or something, here are some bits from the week:
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Kindergarten open house was Wednesday. Besides
the part where I accidentally stepped in a mud pit 6 inches deep with my new
suede sandals, it went well. Spencer’s teacher is nice although a little
awkward. I think she might just relate to kids better than parents, and I’m
fine with that. It was hard trying to explain that my kid might be a little far
ahead and I would like him challenged without feeling like I was that braggy
PITA mother on the first day. I assume she’ll get the point when he answers all
her questions and attaches himself to her right hip.
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I really need to get back to running. As in, I
need someone to move here and kick me in the rear repeatedly until I run from
you.
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The thing that has happened to me since I got my
fitbit is not that I’m obsessed with taking more steps (except on Disney days).
It’s that I’m obsessed with my sleep habits. The first thing I do when I wake
up is sync so I can tell how I slept. I usually feel like I didn't sleep well,
so I don’t know why I can’t take my body’s word for it. Last night I got 9.5
hours of sleep and only woke once and I’m still tired. Part of that is that I
get migraines with the rain fronts and it’s been raining a ton. My teeth hurt
with a weather front migraine. I took meds and my headache is gone but the
lethargy from it just lingers on.
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That “haunting love poem” that is going around the internet by the OCD guy … I really love it. And I don’t
love it because of the performance or because he’s OCD. I just think it’s
lovely and raw and honest. I don’t get why people some people latch onto “art
by people w/ disabilities” because of the disability (and I’m lumping large
groups here, I don’t need anyone to specify for me that OCD is a disorder and
not a disability blah blah blah) and then some people brush off the art because
“people only like it because of the disability” like those artists get special
treatment and shouldn’t. I hit play while I was in my car, so I didn’t watch
the “performance”. I listened to it. And it was a raw and honest and beautiful
poem. He could have not had OCD and was writing from the POV of someone WITH
the disorder (which isn’t the case but who cares). It wouldn’t matter and it
doesn’t matter and some people should pull the stick from their asses, is what
I’m saying. You don’t like it? No problem! Don’t discount it because it’s
getting attention.
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I tried to use up so much from my pantry, but
somehow I didn’t use hardly anything from it. Well, I did but then I went and
bought more food and CRAZY. It looked crazy. So I had to clean. Here are before and after photos:
Tonight I’m doing my
coffee/spice/baking cabinets. There will be pictures.
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Henry’s third birthday is Sunday, and we are
having a small pool party for him at my in-laws’ house. I’m making those minion cupcakes but otherwise
I’m not cooking, just buying a bunch of stuff to feed everyone. It will be
glorious, and if it rains I will be very very unhappy.
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Also, I will be in a bathing suit in front of my
father and I’m not too happy about that but I was the one to do the inviting.


















