eek......doody....is 6:30 am and I am up...yuck....is good/bad news, looks like the teeth have subsided (or at least some of them) so we get to do this again......either that or a couple may have broken thru dunno, but I DO know he slept thru again, which is nice, but......
and man lil Alex is really moving lately....not sure why he feels a need to assault Mama all the time, but GEEZ
he is a healthy one at least and I DID check Brian (ya know, the worry wort in me )and he is just fine
I should at least attempt sleep....news is on, I could catch weather....that isn't such a bad idea....darn kid is in my bladder anyway.....gotta run!
good news: Brian slept thru the night AND slept in!!
bad news: glucose test came back and it is so not good, guess I am going on a diet: I am gestational diabetic and that pisses me off to an extreme....I don't do diets, BUT, on the other hand, I didn't fast so maybe I just get to do it again dunno, won't know til I talk to Cynthia Thurs or Fri or next week
ah the joy of stress....is midnight, am sure Mark is pissed cuz I am not in bed but honestly I don't think I could sleep...am still pissed off....so pissed off I ate another doughnut GEEZ.....hey, at least I am not chowing down on ANOTHER bowl of cereal, right? for dinner we had bacon and eggs....another nono I am sure but I wasn't in the mood to be creative today
and Brian was being such a butt tonight.....even Daddy has enough of his bs...I have no idea what his problem was but all day he was doing his absolute best to dislocate SOMEONE'S finger....NOT good
oh yeah, and weather looks like we wont' be working outside this weekend like I wanted too.....great.....just peachy....ya know, one of these days Mark and I WILL be sitting down for a good talk....he might think I will forget but not bloody likely
and treadmill......I NEED a treadmill.....it could help with the gd...here is hoping Cynthia is impressed enough with my #'s to call tomorrow.....still not counting on it....trying not to worry about it....need sleep, don't want it....great
oh joy, up this morning early...6....not too tired, YET...at least the lil bugger is in a good mood (so far)...he is up 20 mins or so and looks like he is doing so much better then yesterday
no clue what I am doing today....not worried about it, trying to care, DON'T....ah well....tomorrow is shearing and I told Mom I was going to help....NO, not man handling the sheep, just probably shots (or bolus gun) but I AM helping.....she isn't impressed in any way shape or form and I no longer care....I won't kill myself but DAMMIT, I am not incapacitated
and making a more desperate search for a treadmill now too....how fun is that
good news: I asked Mom if she could baby sit Brian for Valentines day dinner, she said yes, she would take him over night (I ONLY meant dinner, BUT HEY, OKIE DOKY!!)
bad news: gonna kill Mark again
GOOD news: got to do a LITTLE sheera today, Mom and Dad came over and we got 3 rail road ties in and planted (very well might I add) and that included taking out the cement from the one that broke.
bad news: I am the farm girl, Mark would be the farm idiot...he couldn't get a block of concret out of the ground so I did, OWIE...okokok, I broke them up.....so he got to burn most of the weeds while the pyro (that would be ME, who LIKES to burn weeds) got to chunk the cement up, but on a better note, I made him pull the big chunks out of the ground...
good news: Mom and Dad took us out to a late lunch/early dinner
bad news: we won't be going to Applebees again any time soon, altho their raspberry cream cheese is to die for, which, with all that sugar, I am currently doing (headache, OW)
good news: I didn't kill Mark this am
bad news: I seriously contemplated it this am, and he thinks I am going to sweep things under the rug again...I had the pliers and the retractable knife put AWAY IN the took box, he took them back out and put them in the outside pouch where Brian can reach them...I told him he had 3 choices: take the toolbox OUT to the garage, PUT the tools back IN the box (and leave it under his desk) OR I can go back to sleeping in Brian's room again until he does
boy is he going to be shocked tonight when I sleep in Brian's room.....I have had those pliers etc thrown at me (Brian is at that pitch everything stage) and is why I PUT THE DAMN THINGS AWAY TO BEGIN WITH! ah, but according to Mark Brian doesn't go UNDER his desk (what a total crock of ****, oh yeah he does)
so, back to warring......so much for peace and tranquility (or some semblance to it)
now all I need to do is get some fencing supplies...and hang the gates, that is the very easy part, even I can do that in my condition......no heavy lifting
oh yeah, and G-ma had Brian out with the wagon and in the stroller for quite awhile and he was sooooooo happy....I can't wait for Spring....we can go outside and play now
oh joy....Cynthia really wants me to go see the nutritionist...I have NO faith in them......as in there is so little it takes to BE one, and the one I met (and have been told the rest aren't far behind) think they are food gods....that they know more then dr's.....and she really wants me to test my blood sugars....and yet, SO FAR, no one has told me WHAT my score was.....will make my decision based on that alone I think
did you know it takes a 2 yr degree or less to be a nutritionist? I took a nutrition class, so I COULD be one and I think that is about the biggest load of **** I have heard in ages....
am not going to say absolutely no....yet....but I am going to change back to my cheerios....and I HAVE cut out 99% of the already cut way back pop (which, btw, I so miss......) I have had like 1 or two since Weds
oh yeah, and an update: I asked him if he was going to put stuff back and he did.....so I guess he doesn't sleep alone tonight.....HOWEVER, he HASN'T bleached the well yet.....he said he would tonight....oh joy.....
and this headache....seems if my sugars are all over the place is most likely where it is coming from.....could be I over did it too, but we will see...
man I have so been enjoying that cereal......it has been EXACTLY what I have been craving....peachy...
so he thought to make a fool of me.....stupid boy....right before I went in to take a shower, went in to check the boy, and see if he actually HAD moved stuff (it sorta looked like it, couldn't see anything in the pockets but it didn't look right)
and what I found is he turned the tool box around, not moved a thing....OMG I was so peeved, not just pissed off, but PEEVED...oh yeah, I take being made to look like a fool oh so very well....all this over what would take him about 2 mins or less
so why am I so irritated? at best, I get assaulted by a pair of pliers...next is for him to put out a window when he pitches them...after that we are talking bodily harm to himself, an animal or us....THIS WOULD BE WHY YOU KEEP IT OUT OF HIS REACH!! but oh no, we have to have them handy and all I need to do is keep him out of it....hey moron, sometimes I have to go to the bathroom, sometimes I have to DO things, like life, and I am not hovering over his every waking second! oh yeah, I watch the kid like a hawk but still, BE REAL! he gets irritated when Brian touches things and the next jack *** that says "well just teach him not too" is going to be strangled...f#ck em, obviously they have never dealt with a curious and adventurous toddler! and from here on out I get to tell them that! you can tell the lil bugger NONO until you are blue in the face and there are still things you can't keep him out of, not for time outs, not for swatting, not for distracting, NOT FOR ANYTHING....once that kid gets something on his mind there is NO disuading him! HELL, even naps don't do the trick!
and Mark knows that....turns out I can't sleep, and neither was he (I went in to get my robe and he was up at 4 watching tv in bed :censer: must be nice)
on another note, I woke up DYING of hunger.....dang this kid is eating his way out and I started comparing labels to see if changing to the low(er) sugar instant oatmeal would do the trick.....nope, same sugar levels but I ate some anyway....so far my hunger headache is gone, my sugar headache is gone, and altho I am starting to drag like crazy (finally might be tired enough to sleep) my head isn't beating like a huge tom tom right now....so now all I need to deal with is the tired/sore muscles, the tension and the lack of sleep...which, anytime now, could cause a headache
I don't forcast not having one anytime soon...he is such an ***.....he SAYS he thought I said he didn't have too, and I said NO, I said you didn't have to bleach the well tonight and he was pissed
and the idiot kissed at me when I walked in to get my pillows...he thought he had won and got instant pissed off and grumping and whining when I grabbed my pillows and told him he wasn't going to be happy....aw, how sad....
yeah, how very sad.....how pathetically sad....and we all know just how right and perfect he is, and how sad lacking and stupid I am right? NOT, sleep well asshole, you get the boy today, I am OUTTA HERE for some time out.....he can just kiss my back 40 for all I care
ooooooooooooooooooooh my!! had a good afternoon...went open housing, didn't look in but one but it wasn't bad...gorgeous view but NO acreage so it is a no...talked to the realtor again, went looking online some and didn't find anything oh well, I got out alone and it was a beautiful thing...went and got a new tracball and OMG I forgot what a good one was like....it rolls so smooth, such a change from the old one...should have done that ages ago
and went to the grocery store alone too....amazing how peaceful and tranquil even a busy store can be when you aren't busy trying to supervise!
so I got home and asked dh where I was sleeping and he said that was up to me, and I said, NO, you make your choice and he said they were my conditions and I said YUP, AND what your choice is will determine where I sleep.....so where do I sleep? will see, am not going to take for granted he is listening this time, and reiterated what his choices were and he said he had it taken care of.....and I said um, NOPE, that wasn't one of the choices so I guess I was sleeping in Brian's room (yeah, right, if I can sleep, still worried about the damn glucometer and nutritionist), and then said was up to him
really pisses him off, and I really don't care....he is TOO DAMN LAZY to OPEN the f'ing thing to retrieve tools...how pathetic is that?? and YES, Brian gets into stuff under there....and YES he eventually will get the pliers, and YES he has thrown them at me before (he was told to give them and was mad, got swatted but I doubt he cared at all)
I should just GIVE him a pair and have him throw them at a window.....they need replacing anyway...would be such a graphic way of making my point....hmmmmmmmmm
on another note, sad sad news.....one of the triggers for my gd seems to be my cereal....how do I know? when the sugars get too high I get a headache....didn't eat it this am and VOILA, other then feeling icky cuz I didnt sleep, I didn't have a nagging headache.....one down, a few more to go.....got some plain ole cheerios and will splenda them and see if that will work.....I don't mind them once in awhile and will see what I can do....had oatmeal this am and wasn't all that thrilled at all......ACK
got the results back from the test, was 17something (174?) BUT, I have already found ONE of my triggers, altho more realistically I have 2.....I am no longer drinking ANY pop *SOB*...had cheerios this am with splenda (just plain ol cheerios) and that wasn't totally bad
and since Brian is already in trouble (and asleep) I am going to go try out my new treadmill...an oldie and a cheapie but I like it more then the electronic marvels you usually find...am actually looking forward to it!
and now that I am unsupervised I am going ot go get dressed.....I am so not going to "walk" in my jams and robe :rofl: altho I am sure if the neighbor was home he would love it ) peeping jackass
isnt' life grand?? am still a lil tired but way too far awake to sleep....so, guess I will just.......not
ack....can't win for loosing! I should ask if I can go get a roll of welded wire.....then Brian and I can go play outside!! (and get plenty dirty too!)