It's National Blog Posting Month (NaNoBloPo) and National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). A couple of times I've registered for these challenges and failed. Who has time to write 50K words in a month? Who has time to blog every day?
So, this year I'll do something different. I'll SAY I'm going to blog every day, but I won't register for anything and I won't make any promises, so that if I fail, I haven't let anyone down. And, worst case scenario, I crank out a few blog posts, since my blog has been a little quiet lately.
So, why the "gray hair" in the title? Because today I washed away my grays. Except, they didn't all wash away. Damn it. I just did this two weeks ago. This is my life now - every two weeks, I get visible gray, no, WHITE hair at my roots and I have to "do my roots" again. EVERY TWO WEEKS! I'm so sick of this but I'm not ready to embrace my gray. NOT READY AT ALL. I've let it grow a few inches before and.....oh my gosh, it's scary. I mean, I can actually get a glimpse of what I will look like as an old lady and it frightens me. I'm 47. Maybe when I'm over 60 I'll cave to the gray, but not now. I just wish there was something that would prevent this from happening every two weeks. Does my hair really grow that fast? Do the gray roots just resist the color? I can't afford to see my hairdresser that often. I've pretty much stopped going because I have to take care of my roots every two weeks, so what's the point? Even when she does my hair, I see gray in two weeks. I hate it! After I colored, I decided I needed to cut and thin my hair too. Which basically just involves me cutting randomly and dragging the thinning shears through my hair. You can't tell if I did a bad job because my hair is so curly and thick. But you also can't tell if I did a good job because my hair is so curly and thick.
Yesterday was Halloween and we have leftover candy. Which is so bad because I don't even really like candy but since it's RIGHT THERE I've been eating it randomly. I mean, I pretty much never just buy a candy bar. But I'll eat five of the bite-size ones out of the Halloween bucket. Why? They're not even very good. Hopefully the kids will eliminate the excess calories by the end of the week. I'm trying to cut back on sugar but it's hard with all the candy, the soda we were gifted when we got "Boo-ed" the other night, and the SIX varieties of ice cream my husband bought when he went to the store for ONE half-gallon of vanilla because "it was one sale" (trust me, it was not a great sale).
Today was daylight savings time (FALL BACK!) so I got an extra hour of sleep, I guess. Except I got up at 5:30 a.m....on the one day I could sleep in. I put away all the Halloween decorations, put a roast in the crock pot, did all my laundry, planned (in detail) an upcoming trip, put up all the Thanksgiving decorations, dusted, and gave away stuff on my Buy Nothing site. It feels like 9 p.m. but it's only 6. And, true to form, I started panicking about the holidays. I mean, Thanksgiving is only four weeks away and Christmas is like one minute after that, so it's time to panic, right?
Planning holidays with older kids is tough. Everyone drives, has a job, lives their own life. It took us almost the whole month of October to plan a short trip to the pumpkin patch. We spent $70 on pumpkins we didn't even carve! What was the point? Thanksgiving is tough because, since we're a blended family, we have three households to consider. I booked a plane ticket for one kid to spend Thanksgiving with her mom, and figured the other three kids would be spending the holiday with their dad and his fiancee at their new house. This might actually be the first Thanksgiving I really do have tacos for dinner, since it will just be Jeff and I, and we can do whatever we want. We can't leave town because he's on call for work, so it might just be really low-key. It's bittersweet because there's nothing I love more than a big family Thanksgiving, but I won't miss the big family dinner because I'll just do it the weekend before.
Christmas is fun, but also a nightmare of logistics. Plus, every year I think we'll do something "different" and every year I end up buying too much, and it's all over in a matter of minutes. I much prefer all the fun activities leading up to Christmas. It's the "stuff" that gets me. Recently, all of my kids have produced boxes of "giveaway" items that included unopened Christmas gifts. How much do they really need? I think the whole holiday needs a major overhaul, especially as the kids get older. But what changes should I make?
These are the things on my mind on November 1. We'll see what the week brings!
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Sunday, November 1, 2015
Monday, March 11, 2013
Mondaylight savings time.........
I know daylight savings time technically happens early on a Sunday morning, but all we hear about is how awful the Monday after is. And I scoff! Seriously, how much difference can an hour make? Well, apparently, according to scientific studies, quite a lot. I will not cite those studies here, because I am lazy but you can Google that shit.
I know I definitely saw first-hand how horrible a Monday can be when one of my kindergarteners completely melted down because he lost his opportunity to hear the story at the end of the day (hey, sorry kid, but when you whack another kid in the eye with your backpack, things happen). He screamed at the top of his lungs, while kicking a brick wall, for ten whole minutes, punctuated a few times by giant yawns. Poor kid. Poor me, I had to listen to it! But I did feel badly for him and gave him an extra big hug on the way out the door to the bus. I mean, it's not his fault - stupid daylight savings time!
I know I had a hard time getting up this morning. But I think that was mostly because it's Monday. Seems as though everyone hates Mondays. Poor Monday.......taking all the bad rap. But I'll admit it - Mondays usually kind of suck. Haters gon' hate.
Who wants to hear about my Monday? Ok, good. Here's a rundown:
1. Woke up late. Got to work late.
2. Worked. See above for snippet of my day. Multiply times ten. Or a hundred.
3. Left work, which is less than a mile from H2's counselor's office to drive all the way home (9 miles) and pick up H2 and bring her back to counseling appointment. She CANNOT get her license soon enough!
4. Used my (almost) one hour while she was in counseling to do some badly-needed grocery shopping. NOTE TO ALL: Do not shop at Top Foods. So grossly overpriced. Ended up not buying half the needed items because they were outrageous. Got a coffee at Starbucks to soothe myself because I was so annoyed. Emotional eating (drinking)? Psh.
5. Picked up H2 and was super annoyed that I now needed to stop at another store.
6. Stopped at Fred Meyer to pick up the rest of the items, and not pay 50% more! Seriously.
7. Got home around 4:15 and realized I still needed to cook chicken to put in salad for dinner. And that Jeff had half the ingredients in his car. (He went to Costco on his lunch hour - sometimes grocery shopping for this family is a two-person sport).
8. Assembled salad as much as possible, throwing in last two ingredients when Jeff arrived home (which required more slicing and dicing). Shredded fresh-from-the-oven chicken with my bare hands, sacrificing my comfort (and fingerprints, and possible second-degree burns) for the sake of feeding my family dinner (and the fact that we needed to leave RIGHT NOW to pick up A at driver's ed and head to a meeting at the high school therefore dinner had to be finished AND packed into "to go" containers).
9. Raced to pick up A and friend, dropped off friend at home, and wolfed down salad and bread whilst driving. A informed us she didn't need to attend the meeting with us, and then decided we could probably skip the meeting altogether, voting for going for a milkshake instead. YAY!
10. Took our first breather of the day at DQ, enjoying mini blizzards, and filling out high school enrollment with A.
11. Headed home where Jeff spent the next three hours doing work for his REAL job on the computer, while I faced down the prolific Costco produce procuration. Bazinga!
12. Spent the next two hours cleaning up from dinner, doing dishes, cutting up apples, strawberries and carrots, putting grapes into baggies, and making room in the fridge for all of it.
13. Ate a carrot. Wanted a treat but resisted. Felt a headache coming on - likely from lack of sugary treats.
14. Had to pee really bad.
15. Said "f**k this shit" and headed upstairs for a much-needed bathroom break. Seriously considered going downstairs to watch the rest of "Criminal Minds" (WHO killed the family??) but saw that it was already after 9 and decided I really needed to crawl into bed with my computer and catch up on Facebook. Took headache meds.
10. Scrolled all the way through my FB feed (seriously, I cannot just get on FB once a day. It just takes too much time all in one sitting!). Decided to blog.
11. Started blogging but couldn't concentrate because of my hangnail. Pulled hangnail, saw blood. Had to get up to put a bandaid on finger, And neosporin (plus pain relief because it was a hangnail and all).
12. Returned to blog.
Plus, I have one of those little sores on my tongue that you get when you eat a lot of candy. Only I didn't even eat any candy. How sucky is that? And now I'm hungry. But I need to sleep. Which biological urge do I respond to? Earlier I had to choose between working out and doing housework and/or relaxing. I mean, tough choice, no?
Monday. You can just go now.
I know I definitely saw first-hand how horrible a Monday can be when one of my kindergarteners completely melted down because he lost his opportunity to hear the story at the end of the day (hey, sorry kid, but when you whack another kid in the eye with your backpack, things happen). He screamed at the top of his lungs, while kicking a brick wall, for ten whole minutes, punctuated a few times by giant yawns. Poor kid. Poor me, I had to listen to it! But I did feel badly for him and gave him an extra big hug on the way out the door to the bus. I mean, it's not his fault - stupid daylight savings time!
I know I had a hard time getting up this morning. But I think that was mostly because it's Monday. Seems as though everyone hates Mondays. Poor Monday.......taking all the bad rap. But I'll admit it - Mondays usually kind of suck. Haters gon' hate.
Who wants to hear about my Monday? Ok, good. Here's a rundown:
1. Woke up late. Got to work late.
2. Worked. See above for snippet of my day. Multiply times ten. Or a hundred.
3. Left work, which is less than a mile from H2's counselor's office to drive all the way home (9 miles) and pick up H2 and bring her back to counseling appointment. She CANNOT get her license soon enough!
4. Used my (almost) one hour while she was in counseling to do some badly-needed grocery shopping. NOTE TO ALL: Do not shop at Top Foods. So grossly overpriced. Ended up not buying half the needed items because they were outrageous. Got a coffee at Starbucks to soothe myself because I was so annoyed. Emotional eating (drinking)? Psh.
5. Picked up H2 and was super annoyed that I now needed to stop at another store.
6. Stopped at Fred Meyer to pick up the rest of the items, and not pay 50% more! Seriously.
7. Got home around 4:15 and realized I still needed to cook chicken to put in salad for dinner. And that Jeff had half the ingredients in his car. (He went to Costco on his lunch hour - sometimes grocery shopping for this family is a two-person sport).
8. Assembled salad as much as possible, throwing in last two ingredients when Jeff arrived home (which required more slicing and dicing). Shredded fresh-from-the-oven chicken with my bare hands, sacrificing my comfort (and fingerprints, and possible second-degree burns) for the sake of feeding my family dinner (and the fact that we needed to leave RIGHT NOW to pick up A at driver's ed and head to a meeting at the high school therefore dinner had to be finished AND packed into "to go" containers).
9. Raced to pick up A and friend, dropped off friend at home, and wolfed down salad and bread whilst driving. A informed us she didn't need to attend the meeting with us, and then decided we could probably skip the meeting altogether, voting for going for a milkshake instead. YAY!
10. Took our first breather of the day at DQ, enjoying mini blizzards, and filling out high school enrollment with A.
11. Headed home where Jeff spent the next three hours doing work for his REAL job on the computer, while I faced down the prolific Costco produce procuration. Bazinga!
12. Spent the next two hours cleaning up from dinner, doing dishes, cutting up apples, strawberries and carrots, putting grapes into baggies, and making room in the fridge for all of it.
13. Ate a carrot. Wanted a treat but resisted. Felt a headache coming on - likely from lack of sugary treats.
14. Had to pee really bad.
15. Said "f**k this shit" and headed upstairs for a much-needed bathroom break. Seriously considered going downstairs to watch the rest of "Criminal Minds" (WHO killed the family??) but saw that it was already after 9 and decided I really needed to crawl into bed with my computer and catch up on Facebook. Took headache meds.
10. Scrolled all the way through my FB feed (seriously, I cannot just get on FB once a day. It just takes too much time all in one sitting!). Decided to blog.
11. Started blogging but couldn't concentrate because of my hangnail. Pulled hangnail, saw blood. Had to get up to put a bandaid on finger, And neosporin (plus pain relief because it was a hangnail and all).
12. Returned to blog.
Plus, I have one of those little sores on my tongue that you get when you eat a lot of candy. Only I didn't even eat any candy. How sucky is that? And now I'm hungry. But I need to sleep. Which biological urge do I respond to? Earlier I had to choose between working out and doing housework and/or relaxing. I mean, tough choice, no?
Monday. You can just go now.
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