She's right you know...

This brilliant Momma makes another amazing point today.

We don't brag on our kids enough. Do it with pride!!! Love on those babies- take notes of everything- because we forget so quickly all the little things they do.

That is all for now.

I am mad at my uterus today.

It hurts- My ovaries feel like they are constantly going to explode, and I have round ligament pain... it isn't popping out eggs (I am certain of this)--

Maybe it is telling me something...

Simple things

We are moving in June. I hate moving HATE it. We are pack rats, so it seems like every time we move there is just more and more to take. There are several things that I am dreading about the move, and most of them are petty and selfish. We are moving to the south side of town. My friends live on the North side... We are moving in with my grandmother to help take care of her and fix up her house. There will be a loss of independence in doing that. I will be her driver, cook, and entertainment of sorts... I won't get paid, but we don't have to pay rent, or part of the house payment or anything aside from our share of food and utilities.
I am looking forward to these things about the move:
*A back yard. A BIG backyard, and knowing my daughter will have a safe fenced in place to play.
*Along with a yard-- a garden, and places to plant flowers
*A table to eat at, for the kids to color at, and a general place to meet.
*The freedom (of sorts) to paint our room as we like. Gran is looking forward to any renovations we think will improve the house.
*The neighborhood. It is all grown up- big trees, nice houses, nicer people. It looks like something out of the movies. I know that I will be safe if I go outside alone at night, and Cookies will (someday) be able to ride her bike without me worrying if she will come back.
*Being within 5 minutes of a grocery store. Right now we have to drive at least 20 to get anywhere decent.

I am trying to think positive. We have to justify this move to a lot of the family. We are not after her money, her house, her favor or anything. We want Gran to have the best years she can have for the rest of her life. We feel like that is what we can offer as a gift for all her kindness to us.

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I am so tired. I have hardly been able to function the last 3 days I have been so tired. Funny thing is- Cookies is sleeping better these days than she has in a while. I almost fell asleep driving home for taking Bum to work this AM.
I also have been unusually crampy the last few days, yet AF is still 2 weeks away....
I think I am broken, so I am going to ATTEMPT to see a doctor this week, but that will be if I am lucky.

Guilty Conscious

I have a terrible habit of thinking anything negative is in reference to me. I know that is terribly vain to some affect- but I spend most days sick at my stomach about it. Stupid, I know. Bad for me, I know.
All I can think is- "what did I do wrong?" and "If I did something wrong, would you PLEASE just tell me?" I would rather have hurt feelings for a couple hours than live like this. More over- I would rather just know what is going on. Please don't be cold, or avoidant... just tell me- I can take it. Just answer your phone- say it and let it be done.

On another note- I am sick of people dancing around things. Get it out- like it is.

My Grey Matter Hurts

Seriously. http://www.weffriddles.com is a BAD place to go if you don't want to work your grey matter. Mine hurts from all this thinking about these riddles. I know it is good for us stay-at-home mommies to work our heads so they won't rot- but I couldn't SLEEP thinking about these things. Some of them are pieces of cake, while others leave you banging your head against a wall only to find that the answer was also, in fact, a piece of cake. GAH!!!!!!

Back to my puzzles.

Bad Blogger

I realized this morning what a terrible blogger I am. I have been reading other people's blogs, and they are deep, meaningful, or at least insightful. I post short little meaningless blubs- and they are irregular at that. I guess I learned a long time ago that anything I didn't want people to know about I shouldn't put in writing. So I can't talk about it- cause Bum only gets defensive when I am honest about how I feel, and I can't write about it because people might find it. Lonely place to be.
I suppose that is what this whole "password protected" thing is about. I don't think that is offered here... I don't ask for people's passwords because I see it as something similar to sitting on the toilet- I don't need to see everything you do- and if you want me to you will ask me into the room.

The last couple days have been good, but sad for me. I can't really explain WHY, but sad. I really want to get some things done and taken care of that have been out of my control, I wish I could do something about it- but I can't. I need to hit the gym- Bum thinks we are both fat- and I can't help but agree at least on my end-- I could use to lose 20lbs before I get pregnant again. I have severe writers block, and can't motivate to do much- not even sew. Oh well, all part of the dance I suppose.

Ignore this post.

I am irritated. I have been patient. Maybe I will just do it myself- cause it is never gonna get done if I keep asking you. Joys of a relationship.

Yeah to me!

I cleaned my living room!! You can see the floor- victory of the day!!!

Pictures!!

Cookies and her friend at the zoo, and Bum with Cookies....