This is the record of my journey toward a more realistic and healthier lifestyle.
13 days into 2009 and I'm still feeling positive. I think, anyway. I didn't sleep well, so it's hard to tell LOL.
Last night's dinner was a qualified success. It's unfair, but since YDD (5) doesn't really seem to like anything these days I really do have to discount her opinion. Everyone else loved the falling-apart pork roast and "all rotten potatoes" and voted them to the regular rotation.
I did cancel the audition. I guess if Scouts is going to take
It's 11:00. The living room is back in order for ODD guitar lesson this afternoon. Bread in the machine, pork roast in the crock pot. The house is smelling yummy and making me hungry.
Frustrated with MDD and her lack of interest in anything school related. How much am I supposed to have to fight with her over this? We can have one really good week and then it all falls apart and she won't do anything. If I had only her it'd be different but there are the other two who want to
Updated 01-12-2009 at 12:23 PM by UUMomof3
It's really been a pretty good week. We're back on track with bills, by the end of this month we will be caught up without tapping any windfalls. Windfalls thus become snowball fodder. We've put savings accounts into our monthly "bills" so we can also get caught up on projects that seriously need doing.
This region has gained 13 minutes of daylight since solistice. We'll gain another hour by February 1. It makes a difference.
I missed two days of exercise,
My sister called to say she picked up her text book for the last class she needs, to qualify for graduate school. It's a long time coming, a dream come true. I'm very proud and happy for her. She'll be the first person in our family with a masters degree, she'll be moving out of a job she hates and into a career she wants.
There is a part of me that is saying "hey, that was supposed to be me". It's a small part, in every possible sense of the word. It makes me feel
What an incredibly crabby morning I had yesterday. I couldn't even figure out what was wrong with me. Finally just before lunch I figured it out: I was feeling even more like a misfit than ever. We're having some long-time friends over tonight. We don't see them nearly so often as we should, in part because our lives are so different. I caught myself playing the comparison game and coming up short.
Once I realized that I was being monsterously unfair to me and to them (they aren't