Oh hey there. Long time, no talk. On my part, that is. Its not like we’re actually talking. What am I saying?! I’m not even talking. I’m crouched on the floor in my pajamas silently typing this while Wes naps. And I am chugging coffee like a freaking BOSS and hoping nothing outside stirs the dogs into a manic barking frenzy. Life is rough, people. Life is rough.
Ok, so what’s been up lately. Did you not wonder that? The answer: not much. Wes has been driving me to the outskirts of my sanity city limits. If he’s not whining or crying or wanting/not wanting to be held or banging his head on his crib in protest of sleep, then he’s begging me to read Chicka Chicka Boom Boom or Brown Bear to him 472 million times. I know it comes with this stage, but holy HECK is it ever annoying. Especially since I am planet earth’s most impatient person. Growing up, I couldn’t even hold half notes or full notes while playing the piano because I just wanted to GET THROUGH IT.
So Instagram Stories happened. And there’s still Snapchat. And Instagram basic. And twitter. With all this video/text/image social media going on, I feel like any blog content has been depleted! Also side note: I love that Snap/IG stories allows you to see who has viewed your stuff. Because then it points out all the creepers (probably YOU. Ok, maybe not YOU YOU, but YOU over there.) I don’t have such a huge following that my numbers are in the masses, so I actually look at all that. But if you’re gonna LOOK at stuff, you gotta POST stuff too. I need to be able to creep on you too, mmmk.
On to a totally random topic, but: journaling. I don’t get it. Actually, I’m not even gonna go into that because that’s how much I just don’t understand it.
I have been waking up in the middle of the night and staying up for stretches of hours which get my mind wandering into some crazy places. Last night, I was ENRAGED that in the 4 1/2 years I’ve lived in Canada, I’ve travelled on numerous occasions to visit friends and that I’ve only had ONE (hi Amy!) visit me. And two of those trips were with a baby in tow. On international flights. With layovers. Then often car rides on top of that to get to the final destination.
But two nights ago I was up thinking about how to better de-lint my black spandex. So I’m basically all over the place.
Want to hear a short pro/con list? Here goes. PRO: Tyler rotated a couple of loads of laundry this past weekend. PRO: He even emptied the lint trap. (whoa, mentioned the word ‘lint’ two times now. That’s random) CON: He placed lint trap goods on top of the dryer. UGH. In his defense, the trash can was moved. BUT STILL.
I still love him a super lot because he makes the BEST dinners and even knew a secret about Wes that I didn’t know: the kid (Wes, not Tyler) goes spastic when you tickle his inner thighs. Thanks for the pro-tip, hubs.
Oh- and I’ve modified my diet a bit these last couple of weeks. I’ve cut most gluten out to see if it helps with my tummy troubles. Turns out, it does. Except, I love beer too much, so I will suffer through. The good part about this change for me is that I’m way more mindful about eating WHOLE foods. And I’ve kicked the Goldfish cracker addiction. That was the hardest part.
This weather has been a major pain in the ass because not only has it prevented a lot of outdoor time with Wes, but it’s significantly decreased the dog’s walks. Last thing I want to do is get a few miles out from the house and have yet another hailstorm pass through. Another major pain about it?–> My shifts at work have been cut a few times. Usually working a patio shift as a server at a brewpub is a big $$, but this cold, rainy weather has forced the patio to be closed more often than not. Boo.
That’s just about all the brain dump I can handle for one sitting. I’ve got to go refill my coffee cup and make sure the kid is still asleep. PS: Thank you Jesus for letting him sleep for at least the length of time it took to write this. I owe you one.
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