Oh, also - this morning I was making a salad to pack for lunch and I accidentally cut up zucchini instead of cucumber. I just decided to go with it. I am your husbands!
I'm taking ds to the dentist for the first time today. I'm so nervous. Hus front 2teeth have a little grey discoloration halfway up the teeth. I'm embarrassed and guilty as hell. We brush at least twice a day but i must not have been doing a good enough join. I've fucked up his teeth.
Notamom chiming in: my nephew has a "dead" tooth. That fucker is right in front too. It's almost completely grey, but it's not decay? I don't know, but he has healthy clean teeth (as clean as 8 year olds get, I suppose) and is under dental care because he's getting braces soon anyway, but they're not doing anything about it. It's a baby tooth and my sister said the dentist said just wait it out, I guess since it's not actual decay and is just ugly it's NBD.
I guess if it has to be anything, I'd hope its just that.
puddleofgrace, I'm glad things are going better with N! She'll love her Easter gift/reward
Swimming did not go well for DD last night. She cried through most of it. Her teacher was really great at distracting her and getting her through it, for the most part, but every once in a while, she would turn her head back to me, full-on sobbing and asking if she could be done now. Thanks for breaking my heart, kid.
I'm going out for dinner with two of my best girlfriends tonight at a restaurant I've been dying to try. It's supposed to be amazing. And I get to squish my BFF's baby boy.
I didn't realize, until yesterday, that DS doesn't have school on Monday (or tomorrow, for that matter, but I don't work Fridays, so nbd). Luckily daycare can take him. Way to pay attention, me! ::high fives self and misses::
i looked at that blog. it's really incredible how quickly the drugs and disease age you. chemo aged my mom at least 10 years. ugh. i don't want to look 70 two years from now, have to use a potty chair, and need my husband to wipe my ass. that makes me more uncomfortable than the thought of dying. what if he wipes me back to front?!? (my therapist has noticed that i can't make a statement about my diagnosis without making a joke. i am supposed to think about what that means. idk.)
talking with my mom went better than expected. awful, but not as bad as i thought.
some of you (Jalapeñomel, mekiakoo) have a new instagram follower. it's me. i'll creep on some more of you later.
Hopefully you will enjoy some of my Peru funnies! LOL.
Last night I was telling DH a story about a FB friend and I used the phrase "hot mess" to describe something and he stopped me and said, "why do you keep talking like Paris Hilton?"
Now I am not sure which is worse, the fact that I have apparently been channeling Paris Hilton on a regular basis, or the fact that my husband knows it's her catch phrase.
I just made my first order ever from Anthropologie. I feel like a cool kid poser. Lol.
I found poopmageddon when I got G up this morning. We're talking hysterical kid, stripped bed, and bath. All 10 mins before we had to leave to drop ds off at school. She must have been pooping all night and the entire back of my house now smells like a rancid litter box. She is acting fine so I assume it was the Capri sun I gave her yesterday. NEVER AGAIN.
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
((hugs)) I understand what you're saying. You started counseling again, right? I know it's not your favorite method because you don't like talking about problems with the counselor, maybe talk to her about this and see if she has some options for you to help get over this wall.
I was raised the same way. I'm happy for you that you had a breakthrough.
I am bent out of shape about an e-mail our HR Director sent announcing that we will have a half day tomorrow.
"In order to allow everyone to get a jump start on your Easter weekend..."
Everyone? Seriously? An HR Director of a fairly large organization should know that not everyone celebrates Easter. I'm happy about the half day, and think he could have just phrased this better. Am I unreasonable? I haven't said anything about it to him, just privately vented.
Background - My father is Jewish, I am not at all religious, and it's freaking Kentucky where they just assume that everyone is Christian.