So I am going to do a little Stream of Consciousness post. I’ve been manically crafting the past couple of weeks. Lots coming up to show you… I’ve found that if I keep my mind as busy as possible, I can make it through the day without remembering the feeling of my sweet banana-smelling pup going limp in my arms. I have her ashes back, and they are sitting next to Gibbs. We are planning on planting a nice tree in the backyard, and letting the pups help nourish the tree. I just want to pick the perfect tree, and I think I have it narrowed down. I just want the tree to be special, not something from the bigOrange store that everyone in the neighborhood has. Something unique, fun and grand. I got a letter in the mail last night from an animal health charity that had received a donation in Joulie’s name from our vet.
I took a short Pilates course today. Every muscle in my body now hurts like never before, my legs and arms feel like rubber bands. It’s really weird. That machine they call “The Reformer” needs to be called “The Medieval Torture Device” OMG! OW OW OW! Despite the pain, I actually want to do it more. Something has definitely changed in me. I used to hate hate hate the gym. They made me uncomfortable, self-conscious, almost sick to my stomach. Not anymore. I want to go, EVERY DAY! That is so weird. My weightloss is slowing, which is disappointing, but I am sure that I am making muscle, as I feel better and feel slimmed a bit. In fact, I just bought a dress for the wedding, and was able to buy a dress in a size I haven’t seen in years! It was nice to be able to do that.
LittleMiss is potty trained… so HOORAY! SpacePirate is getting there. We’ve decided to take on the battle of the paci first. So far, he’s given all his paci’s to a new baby who came to visit – except ONE. He had to keep one, but he understands that when he chews this one or loses it that it’s gone and there are no more. He’s kept a tight grip on it ever since. He speaks so well, but nobody can ever understand him because he has his paci in. Next is only having it at sleepy times.
I am ready for my vacation. The wedding, castles, German and French wine countries, and having the undivided attention of my love and best friend! I am going to miss my kids terribly, and I am worried about leaving them in someone else’s care. I have a lists typed up, ready to go. Lists for everything. “What we eat for breakfast/lunch/dinner” “Where we like to go” “The Don’t You Dare!” list (which will probably remain with me because it’s just me being neurotic: things like no fingernail polish on the fingers, no makeup, no haircuts, no ear piercing, no tweezing, no doctor visits). I know they will be in good hands, but I have my ways– which never seem to be right. I am trying to trust that they did well with DH and let them spoil the kids (within reason).
Preschool starts after we get back from our trip, and I think I am more excited about it than the kids. I am going to have a GLORIOUS hour and half to myself TWICE A WEEK in my own home. I can shower in peace, poop without help, clean the house without it being unmade immediately, grocery shop during the day and actually get everything on my list! WOOOO!
I really should mow the lawn today, but I’m afraid to use my rubber bandy legs! Seriously… why do I want to do that kind of torture again?