I am working on an actual post or six, but for this
Monday morning I am nursing a sore throat (for the love of God please do not
turn into another sinus infection) and a little bit of a tummyache (possibly
anxiety about the sore throat becoming
sinus infection) and I feel a round of
K’s Love/Hate is in order.
Love: my son is obsessed with reading. Obsessed. Every
night he stops whatever he’s doing, playing his kindle, watching tv, to read. We
rarely have to limit things. As soon as he wakes up, he runs in to ask if he
can turn on the light to read. I’m so excited for him to be excited by the
written word. This is me. This is my kid. We read side by side on the couch.
Hate: He has also hit this “rage” part of being six. Everything
is a melodramatic stomping, fist clenched growling issue. He took a Styrofoam sword
to a motorcycle rocking toy and beat the royal crap out of it because he was
upset because his brother wasn’t playing baseball correctly. Thankfully he is channeling
his rage without hitting any people or destroying actual things (the beating
didn’t destroy anything, although if I hadn’t stopped him, the sword would have
been toast). I tried to get him to take
some time to his bed to calm down and chill. He made this sign:
but it’s been
hit or miss (ha) that he remembers. Hopefully we can work through this with no
injuries.
Love: We are still having the best time at Disney. Who
would have thought when we got annual passes 16 months ago that we could go
nearly every weekend and still have a grand time. Saturday we did Epcot and a
little at Hollywood Studios (which was crazy busy for Star Wars weekend. Mark
Hammel was there.) Sunday I had plans and C took the boys out to Magic Kingdom
and Blizzard Beach (although they got rained out at the water park). It’s just
so FUN. And easy. And we don’t really have to think about what we are doing for
the weekend. Do we have other plans? Sounds good. No plans? Disney it is.
Hate: I wanted to go to Blizzard Beach on Saturday but C
didn’t feel like it, so we didn’t go. And then he decided to go on Sunday when
I wasn’t there. Bum.
Love: I got to spend a good chunk of Sunday with
Becky at
the Rays game, which was just so much fun. She is so much fun. And I got a foul
ball which I gave to Spencer and he thought it was the coolest thing ever!
Hate: Our closer choked and we lost. Bah.
Love: Mondays mean I get a little bit of time to myself
without any kids or husband or obligations. I often take that time to do
laundry or clean but sometimes I sit on my butt and do nothing, and no one says
a word. Yesterday I did all the laundry, so today might be a sit on my butt
sort of day.
Hate: Sherlock is just all over the place this season. I
watched the first two episodes of three (Britian is on crack with the way they
space their tv) and it so very disjointed. I’ll watch the last episode tonight during
my me-time but I’m not thrilled with it so far.
Love: I am finally in my “permanent” desk and all set up
after a week of displacement while they moved us. I love my new desk and have a
new happy wall. I love my happy wall.
Hate: I’ve moved my desk 12 times in nine years.
Love: There was a Living Social deal for
La Nouba tickets
this weekend, so we decided to go for it – will be going at the end of the
month. Still expensive yet less expensive than if we bought tickets outright.
Terrible seats, but I don’t think it will matter, and I’m hoping the kids love
it.
Hate: It’s good that I think I’ve run out of things to
hate, right? Oh, H fell asleep on the way home from Orlando last night and didn’t
pee before bed. You see where this is going, right? And I cracked my head on the
bunk beds changing sheets in the middle of the night.
Love: I’ve moved the kiddo bedtime back to 8:30 for the
summer since the light outside was driving them crazy when they went to bed
(and me by extension). So with the extra 45 minutes I’m hoping to start reading
to them. I just requested Mouse and the Motorcycle and that will be the first,
I think.
Hate: It’s embarrassing to admit, but I really hate
reading aloud.
Love: I’ve been tracking calories for 3 weeks, and I’ve
lost 6.6lbs. It’s not much, but it’s going steadily down, and it makes me think
about what I’m eating instead of mindlessly stuffing my mouth, which is good. I
had a second bowl of ice cream last night (
THIS) which put me slightly over my
calorie allotment but it was worth it. I’ve also been drinking less (last week
I had 1 bottle of wine over 3 days, and one gin and soda at a sports bar on
Sunday). It’s a learning and growing experience, but I’m happy with how things
are going.
Hate: I really should start working out again soon,
right? It’s 90 degrees at 7:30pm, and I’m pretty sure that’s a bad time to
start running again.
Love: This.