I'm not working out again until the new year. I love running, but I've been trying schedule runs for the last few weeks and then felt like shit when I couldn't go. We've been so busy with me working mornings, Christmas outings, family obligations, etc. So, fuck it. I'm just going to sit my ass down in the spare moments I get a break, eat my brie, enjoy my cookies, and not give a good goddamn.
Things with my parents are still very iffy. I sent them wind-chimes for Christmas because I had no idea what to send them. I didn't spend a lot of money because we are broke and it's still weird with them.
We have not received anything from them. I am going to be really annoyed if they don't do something. I know it's irrational, and they don't owe us anything- but after 2 years away I would expect SOMETHING as we are trying to rebuild a relationship.
Maybe it makes me a brat but I'm going to be hurt and kind of pissed if they don't send something. At least to our kids.
Post by cuddlyevil on Dec 22, 2014 14:17:57 GMT -5
My Mom asked me via my Dad if the kids and I were going to the stbxil's for Christmas. It took all I had not to send him the gif from my sig. I still love my stbxil's, they are excellent people and take great care of the kids during the day but last Christmas was uncomfortable enough--we don't need a repeat.
We hired a landscaper to do some things in the spring and cut our grass for the season. They worked for us for 7 months and I was only billed for one month, so I haven't paid for 6 months of their work.
I am like 95% saying fuck it with diet and exercise until the new year.
I am dropping booze and getting really serious about working out so I might as well go out in style now, right?
I am convinced anyone who is able to stay consistent on working out and eating right this time of year is either a) on the crack or 2) a major buzzkill, like the type to comment at parties, "Oh, I'd NEVER eat that!"
So when I get home, I drive past the mailbox (entrance to neighborhood), remove what's of interest to me, and leave the rest.
He gets to bring in the flyers and bills. I grab holiday cards, small packages, and anything else "exciting".
I don't think he has a clue. Or he just doesn't care enough to realize that the fun stuff makes it to the house without his help.
My husband is OBSESSED with getting the mail. He's like a dog that way. All peering out the window like "is the truck here? is it here? has my bff the mail carrier arrived?" **pant pant pace pace**
There aren't any patients right now at work so I just polished my nails with a nail strengthener and might just do my whole manicure since I have polish in my bag.