Quit
I do apologize. I mean to get on here and post and ... it's always something.
Labor Day was a loooong ass weekend. We spent it on the go and children were sniveling and coughing. When my older sister comes to town and we actually have SOMETHING to do, like the rodeo/carnival/concert/Destruction Derby activities that were held this last weekend, it always strikes me how different our lives are. She is used to the 'go, go, go' lifestyle (and is rather good AT it) while I lumber along in my little sloth-like turtle ways. And when we have to do something or go somewhere when I am really tired and cranky, she cheerleads me along until I feel like I can manage. And then, she makes sure to keep the mood light all evening.
School has started (August 27th). My son has proclaimed first grade the 'best year ever'. I think that first grade's high status has fallen slightly since he realized he has to actually WORK. He still is acting like he enjoys it and I'm just happy that he's returning to some kind of schedule.
I let the routine go to hell this summer, because really, how easy is it to get your kid to go to bed while the sun is still up? Only, once I realized how much of a monster attitude he had when he was tired all of the time, he routine was already destroyed and school was just around the corner. Everybody say it with me: Lori is a lazy mom. I should have just done it, got him back on his routine, but I didn't because it was summer, for crying out loud. And I remember summers past, when all I wanted to do was stay up late and sleep in. Of course, I actually COULD sleep in because my mom wasn't prodding me to get up first thing so I could go to daycare.
The satan-like, axe murderer-ish conduct that was so unbecoming to my angel child this summer? IT WAS ALL MY FAULT! There, I've said it. I should have kept him to his routine. Now I know better.
And finally, I've quit smoking. It has only been a couple of days, but I tell you, it feels like WEEKS. I am sooo dang tired. I read that fatigue was one of the side-effects of nicotine withdrawal, ohmygod. I feel like I did when I was first pregnant, sitting in the corner of a bar,asleep while the music was blaring and drunk people were carousing. I could do that again, I'm sure. I know I am going to do it, this time, my mind-set is completely different. But it ain't easy and today, I am giving a friend of mine a ride to see a specialist about her shoulder in another town and she will be smoking all day and I will FIGHT to keep an even keel and not smoke. I declare it here, this morning. I will not smoke today! I WILL come back tonight and let you know how I did.
Gotta go arm myself for this day. I am putting my CommitLozenges in my purse so I don't forget the damn things again. I hate those things. They taste AWFUL.
**Edited to add: I spent the entire day in the car with a smoker. I did not make her get out and I continually assured her that she was fine smoking around me. And guess what? While there were times that I wanted to have one, it wasn't so bad that I actually caved! I conquered the first hurdle. I spent a whole day IN A CAR with a smoker and didn't smoke! Now, onto the next: the bar.**
Labor Day was a loooong ass weekend. We spent it on the go and children were sniveling and coughing. When my older sister comes to town and we actually have SOMETHING to do, like the rodeo/carnival/concert/Destruction Derby activities that were held this last weekend, it always strikes me how different our lives are. She is used to the 'go, go, go' lifestyle (and is rather good AT it) while I lumber along in my little sloth-like turtle ways. And when we have to do something or go somewhere when I am really tired and cranky, she cheerleads me along until I feel like I can manage. And then, she makes sure to keep the mood light all evening.
School has started (August 27th). My son has proclaimed first grade the 'best year ever'. I think that first grade's high status has fallen slightly since he realized he has to actually WORK. He still is acting like he enjoys it and I'm just happy that he's returning to some kind of schedule.
I let the routine go to hell this summer, because really, how easy is it to get your kid to go to bed while the sun is still up? Only, once I realized how much of a monster attitude he had when he was tired all of the time, he routine was already destroyed and school was just around the corner. Everybody say it with me: Lori is a lazy mom. I should have just done it, got him back on his routine, but I didn't because it was summer, for crying out loud. And I remember summers past, when all I wanted to do was stay up late and sleep in. Of course, I actually COULD sleep in because my mom wasn't prodding me to get up first thing so I could go to daycare.
The satan-like, axe murderer-ish conduct that was so unbecoming to my angel child this summer? IT WAS ALL MY FAULT! There, I've said it. I should have kept him to his routine. Now I know better.
And finally, I've quit smoking. It has only been a couple of days, but I tell you, it feels like WEEKS. I am sooo dang tired. I read that fatigue was one of the side-effects of nicotine withdrawal, ohmygod. I feel like I did when I was first pregnant, sitting in the corner of a bar,asleep while the music was blaring and drunk people were carousing. I could do that again, I'm sure. I know I am going to do it, this time, my mind-set is completely different. But it ain't easy and today, I am giving a friend of mine a ride to see a specialist about her shoulder in another town and she will be smoking all day and I will FIGHT to keep an even keel and not smoke. I declare it here, this morning. I will not smoke today! I WILL come back tonight and let you know how I did.
Gotta go arm myself for this day. I am putting my CommitLozenges in my purse so I don't forget the damn things again. I hate those things. They taste AWFUL.
**Edited to add: I spent the entire day in the car with a smoker. I did not make her get out and I continually assured her that she was fine smoking around me. And guess what? While there were times that I wanted to have one, it wasn't so bad that I actually caved! I conquered the first hurdle. I spent a whole day IN A CAR with a smoker and didn't smoke! Now, onto the next: the bar.**
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