Fat, Drunk and Stupid is no way to go through life
Operation "Don't Be A Fatass" has begun and I'm pleased to say that in 8 days of having a membership to the Y, I've gone 6 days. Go ahead, tell me I'm awesome because I kind of am ( I lost 2.6 lbs this week alone! Wooo!). With almost two weeks under my belt of hanging with the baby and I can say that we're going to survive the summer (I think) and have fun (I think).
Some interesting things that have happened as of late:
Yesterday was a comedy of errors in which I kind of wanted to kill myself (not really, don't call for help just yet) after Tommy peed on me, the couch, himself and the dog 4 times and we all had to change 4 times. He also sputtered pureed peaches me which was kind of like the Exorcist except it was delicious and not scary. However, that was shirt number 5 of the day. Finally I gave up and went to the grocery store looking like I had lost a food fight, which if you think about it. I kind of did. In other news, I apparently have a motherly bone in my body.
A few days ago my Mama Bear instinct reared her ugly head when I went to the Y daycare and dropped my baby off. When I came to pick him up, all different ladies were in there and I just pointed to the baby I wanted (my own of course) and they handed him to me!!! I flipped shit and told them to never just give me my child, always ask me for my ID card. They looked at me like I was crazy but whatever, my kid's the cutest and most well behaved kid in the place--everyone's going to point at him at one time or another!
As a teacher, I've had the awesome advantage of having lazy summers. Summers in which I would go out to bars or sit out on my deck into the wee hours of the morning, sleep in, layout, feast when I felt up to it, watch ER reruns when it was too hot (for some reason TNT is always on at my house and I have no desire to watch ER reruns because I never watched ER firstruns but that's what I do) Last summer was different in that I couldn't drink but I still had my freedom. This summer is incredibly different in that I can't drink (fine), I can't layout...I can't do anything really except for our very healthy options of taking long walks, going to the gym and babbling together on the floor. So far, it's been pretty fun but I'm a pale ass mofo which makes me sad. Also, the fact that I can't sit and read a book is a little sad too...my mom said in 7 years I'll be able to read again, I look forward to it.
Some interesting things that have happened as of late:
Yesterday was a comedy of errors in which I kind of wanted to kill myself (not really, don't call for help just yet) after Tommy peed on me, the couch, himself and the dog 4 times and we all had to change 4 times. He also sputtered pureed peaches me which was kind of like the Exorcist except it was delicious and not scary. However, that was shirt number 5 of the day. Finally I gave up and went to the grocery store looking like I had lost a food fight, which if you think about it. I kind of did. In other news, I apparently have a motherly bone in my body.
A few days ago my Mama Bear instinct reared her ugly head when I went to the Y daycare and dropped my baby off. When I came to pick him up, all different ladies were in there and I just pointed to the baby I wanted (my own of course) and they handed him to me!!! I flipped shit and told them to never just give me my child, always ask me for my ID card. They looked at me like I was crazy but whatever, my kid's the cutest and most well behaved kid in the place--everyone's going to point at him at one time or another!
As a teacher, I've had the awesome advantage of having lazy summers. Summers in which I would go out to bars or sit out on my deck into the wee hours of the morning, sleep in, layout, feast when I felt up to it, watch ER reruns when it was too hot (for some reason TNT is always on at my house and I have no desire to watch ER reruns because I never watched ER firstruns but that's what I do) Last summer was different in that I couldn't drink but I still had my freedom. This summer is incredibly different in that I can't drink (fine), I can't layout...I can't do anything really except for our very healthy options of taking long walks, going to the gym and babbling together on the floor. So far, it's been pretty fun but I'm a pale ass mofo which makes me sad. Also, the fact that I can't sit and read a book is a little sad too...my mom said in 7 years I'll be able to read again, I look forward to it.
Labels: summertime, the Y, Tommy
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