Mama Misfit tagged me for this meme. By tagged I mean, saved you all from a crappy, whiny, depressing poor me post. You should all thank her.
You know the deal answer the questions, tag some people.
- What were you doing ten years ago?
The Big Guy and I had been dating for four months. Oh the excitement and hours of conversation. Now conversations consist of him blaming the closest person for his farts.
I had been at my job for two years and was moving on up (that is until they moved me on out…no, no whining!)
- What five snacks do you enjoy?
- Ice cream…duh.
- home made peanut butter cookies
- ice cream
- ice cream
- What five things would you do if you were a billionaire?
- Tell the Big Guy to retire!
- Pay off the car.
- Buy a bigger house.
- Set up education funds for my girls, nieces and nephews.
- Make sure our parents retired in style!
- I know I did five but I’m a billionaire and I can do six if I want! I would fund spinal paralysis research. I have a brother who is quadriplegic and would love for him to walk again!
- What are five fun things you wish you could do today?
- Take a nap. Yes, that’s fun.
- Read a book.
- Watch a grown up show on tv.
- Go for Mexican food with you guys.
- Become a billionaire.
If you are reading this- tag, you’re it!
This weekend I was walking on the sidewalk in front of a stripmall. I saw my reflection in the store window and determined that my ass needs its own zip code. Combined with Ebaby’s lovely question I have decided it is time to jump back on the weight loss wagon. I’m not going to make any “Weight Loss Wednesday” or “Fat Ass Friday” commitments though. I’m just going to post when I’ve actually lost weight. Maybe not even then. Who knows?
Before I got pregnant my goal was to lose 100 pounds before I turned 40. At the time that gave me two years. Totally doable- about one pound a week. Now? It’s a year later and I have gained weight. Is anyone really surprised? After I had Scoop I was thrilled because I lost all of my baby weight in three weeks. To be honest, I only gained twenty pounds and had a nine pound four ounce baby and assorted fluids and stuff come out all at once. It was great! Then I went on the mental medicine. And was still depressed. And gained back all twenty pounds. Needless to say I feel like crap. So now I have 120 pound to lose and I will be 39 in August. One hundred twenty pounds in 60 weeks? That’s only 2 pounds a week so I supposed I can still do it. Can you feel the confidence oozing from me?
I will be breaking out my Weight Watchers At Home kit I got before getting knocked up. WW seems to work really well for me. (Though if Jenny Craig wants to send me free meals, I’ll be happy to blog all about it.)
Wish me luck. Cause, honey, I’m gonna need it!
Question from Ebaby yesterday: “Mama, were you like this when you married Daddy?”
Unsuspecting me: “Like what?”
My darling daughter: “You know (poke, poke) fat with a big belly.”
At what time is it appropriate to say, “There’s no point showering today, I’ll just catch one tomorrow.”?
Yesterday, as I am using the bathroom for the 10th time (I can’t wait for the Zoloft to be out of my system)…where was I? Oh yeah, bathroom. So I’m in the bathroom, Scoop is on the floor under her little flashy light, rattle thing,and Ebaby is watching Dragon Tales an educational program on greenhouse gasses.
Or so I thought.
I heard Scoop “talking” and thought it sounded funny. I peek out the bathroom door and see she is not under the play thing. Oh hell, I wrap it up quickly.
She was on Ebaby’s bed, all tucked in.
How did she get there?
Ebaby pushed her. Picture this…
Scoop lying on the floor. Ebaby moves play yard, puts two hands on Scoop’s tush and pushes her to the bedroom. She then picks her up and puts her on the bed. I had a heart attack.
Scoop was fine and kinda happy to be in her big sister’s room. Luckily she did not have a rug burn on the back of her head. The strange thing is she had to push her right past the bathroom and I never heard a thing. Sneaky little thing.
The tone of voice? That would be the Big Guy. Ebaby told him what happened when he made his nightly call home. When I got on the phone the connection was lost. When he got home he asked me how Ebaby got Scoop in the bed. With a tone. You know the one- it makes you feel like shit.
I said she pushed her.
Then I got a look. It had a tone, too.
I said, “Well what’s the next question?” I admit, it had a tone.
More silence and a look.
I got up and went to bed.
“Where are you going?”
Just kept going.
****It’s a miracle. This is the craptacular post I wrote yesterday. It appeared today. So for your reading pleasure or if you just need something to put you to sleep….
If you guessed that is what I have been doing well, damn, you’re good!
I just can’t seem to get out of this funk. Between the post partum and the job loss I feel like crap. I went on Zoloft a couple of weeks after Scoop was born. The low dose the doc started me on didn’t do it so we upped the dose. That seemed to help a bit but it gave me diarrhea (sorry) about nine times a day. Just can’t deal with that out of the blue dash for the bathroom. I can barely hold my pee in for 6.3 seconds, never mind having to run! So I weaned myself off the Zoloft. A friend gave me the name of her shrink. Have I called? No, of course not. It’s so much more fun to sit around feeling overwhelmed and sorry for myself.
Starting today I am making a concerted effort to get off my ass and do something. Anything.
Today I registered Ebaby for Kindergarten. Freakin’ Kindergarten!! My baaabeee! Then I went to Dunkin Donuts for free iced coffee with my girlfriends (Yum!!) and their soon-to-be Kindergartners. Apparently there was something in the water because we all got knocked up around the same time.
So there you go, I left the house and communicated with the outside world.
One small step blah blah blah…
PS. Regarding the job situation- if you really want to know what is going on email me I just can’t talk about it here right now.
My 12 week family leave ends on May 3rd. Since that is a Saturday my return to work date was Monday May 5. Why do I say “was”? Well on Friday I got a call from my boss telling me my position has been eliminated and they no longer have a job for me.
Anyone have a shoulder I can cry on?