Yeah, yeah. I know it's been a long time.

Quick review:
September Matt and I decided I needed to get a job. So I went on week's worth of interviews and got a job just five minutes from our home. Yay!
Also, Allison started swimming lessons. She loves it. We signed up for membership at the YMCA so she can go swimming more often. Do we go that often? No.
Allison also started dance class at the Y and loves it. She really wants to be a ballerina.
Isaiah is 2 1/2 and talking like a 3 1/2 year old. Some things he says - I'll point to a picture of a car and say it's blue (it really is blue but he thinks it's purple) and he tells me, "It's actually purple." What two year old says 'actually'? He speaks in long, complete sentences.
Isaiah is now sitting on the potty at school. He refuses at home. He really knows how to work his parents at home. This is partly why he goes to day care so he becomes independent. If he were home with me all the time, he'd still be spoon fed by me and crawling. Just kidding. Seriously, Allison has trouble putting on her socks because I always did it for her. She's almost five and still can't put her own socks on. Come on!
Oh, back to me and work. So I'm working all day long. What a change it was for me - going from doing my own thing at my own pace to get up at 6am and be on my feet for 9 hours then come home and do family stuff and go to bed. I'm good now unless I don't get to bed on time.
Speaking of which........
It's past my bed time. Good night, my friends and family!
Sweet dreams!

Lots 'o stuff

Well, a lot has happened in the past couple of weeks. The major being I had an emotional breakdown which caused my family to get all worried and they are forcing me to see a therapist. I guess I scared them with my suicidal thoughts. One of my friends wants me to check myself into a place for a week or so. That idea scares the heck out of me.

Okay, the second thing. I actually forgot to call my mom on her birthday! Me, the one who always remembers to call her, forgot. Well, I remembered at 10:30pm at night but since she is two hours ahead of our time I thought calling so late would be mean.

So this post didn't have lots 'o stuff but it had some juicy stuff.

fyi, I have an appointment with a therapist for Tuesday afternoon. Wish me luck.

Restless

I'm starting to get bored with this supposedly relaxing summer off. It's nice to be able to clean the house, read a book, watch a movie, or visit a friend. It's been a month and a half of freedom and now I'm feeling restless. Why do I feel this way? I should be basking in this time I have to myself. I want more. Of what? I don't know. I want a change of scenery.

Back to Dr. Mario

There's something wrong when I can continuously beat Matt at Dr. Mario while drinking Merlot straight from the bottle at 10:30pm at night. Matt blames it on him having the kids all evening. I was hosting game night for my church moms group. He had picked up the kids and took them to dinner and then ran errands. I guess I can give him some credit. But, oh wait, neener neener, neener! I won. I won. I won, won, won! Woohoo! Give me some more wine!

Stuff

So, I had a box of papers and junk that either collected on the counter months ago or has been waiting for a permanent home. I had all these little piles going on the floor. One for shredding, one for keepsakes that need to go in a scrapbook, one for placing in the children's boxes of mementos, one for card samples. Then it was time for lunch and other important activities like watching Batman Begins and then going to the theater to watch The Dark Knight. So it's 9:15pm and I am getting Allison to bed. I go into my bedroom to get something and see all these little piles on the floor. Matt will be irritated if I don't move them. So what do I do? I pile up all the piles and place them in the box. Go figure! Now I have the same damn box of junk.

Just a side note, I did actually throw away some items that were no longer useful - like Valentine candy and cards! How does this happen?

Heart Attack!

I was gone this morning for four hours hanging out at the CDC (child development center). I get home and open the slider (sliding glass door) and call for Monty. "Monty!" No pat-pat-pat. No hehehheheh (panting), nothing. I check the garage and inside the house. Where the heck is Monty? I go out and check the gates to see if they are open. Nope. Locked. I go back inside and call my neighbor across the street. She had been gone most of the morning and hadn't seen him. I call our vet to see if someone had brought him in like last time. Nope. They referred me to another pet clinic. Nothing. I grab my purse and leash and head out into the neighborhood. Any person outside I ask if they've seen a black dog. Nope. I drive around and around and around. After a half hour of getting dizzy, I return home hopeless. I reluctantly drag myself in the house not wanting to make the dreaded call to Matt. (He was ticked off at me last time Monty got away) Wait. I heard a noise that sounded like a Monty whine. Do I dare hope? I run inside and look towards the slider. There is the big, fat oaf panting at the door. I let him in and admonish him for almost giving me a heart attack. He is panting as if he had just gotten back from an outdoor adventure. He comes in and lays his body on the ground. Then he turns towards me and says, "Make me some blueberry pancakes, bitch!"

Wet with Sweat

Yep, it was one of those softball practices where we're standing out in the field waiting our turn at bat. The sun is beating down upon our faces and it's only 85 degrees. Why does it feel like 105 degrees? Oh yeah, the humidity is 80%. Ugh. After only an hour, my shirt was wet with sweat. Nobody patted my back - thank goodness! How embarrassing to have someone touch your back and come away with a moist hand. Ew. Time for a shower.