Day Care Blues…Part Deux

This week Jack began the transition to the next class in day care – the 13-23 month old class.  I wrote this post about Mazzy’s move (or lack of) to the same class 2 1/2 years ago.  With her, it was time; I was ready for her to move.  But not so with Jack.

 

When I picked him up yesterday, his teacher told me he had spent part of the day over there and had done great.  He had eaten his lunch well and had fun playing.  She told me that when I dropped him off Tuesday, to take him to that class & he would stay there most of the day, and that on Wednesday he’d likely be over there for good.

 

I cried on the way home, and then I cried again this morning when I dropped him off.  It’s just going too fast this time.  I don’t want him to be a toddler.  I want him to stay my little baby boy.

 

I don’t know if it’s the knowledge of how quickly Mazzy has grown, or that I know he’s the last baby I’ll have, but it’s so much harder for me to let him grow up than it was for her.  I’m sure it’s a little bit of both, but regardless…I don’t want to let him grow up.

No Time for Catch-Up

I have all these lovely posts rolling around in my head, but I haven’t found the time or energy to sit down & commit them to paper computer.  We’ve had a busy couple of weeks, so here’s a quick run-down – the details will come later:

 

Sunday, 10/25 – Brett & I had our 10th wedding anniversary.

 

Tuesday, 10/27 – Surgery – Jack got ear tubes put in.

 

Saturday, 10/31 – Birthday party for the kids in the afternoon, hayride trick-or-treating that night.  And then I got sick, was out of work for 2 days, and still don’t feel very well.

 

Wednesday, 11/4 – Mazzy’s 4th birthday!

 

What have you been up to??

Potty Mouth

Yesterday morning I was alone with Jack & getting ready to take him to the doctor.  I left him alone in the living room playing with some toys while I ran out to the car to load our bags & things.  I swear, I was only gone a minute or two.  When I walked back in, it was strangely silent & I knew something was up.  As I walked towards the living room, I didn’t see him.

Then I heard it.

Splish.  Splash.  Giggle.  Splish. Splash.

I ran to the bathroom & found him standing at the toilet, gleefully dipping Mazzy’s plastic banana into the bowl, splashing & swirling it around.

Boys.

Wordless Thursday

Almost-Wordless Wednesday Thursday.  Who needs alliteration?  I play by my own rules.

So…I Guess I’m Depressed. And Anxious.

I’ve been having a really tough time lately.  Actually, it hasn’t just been lately, it’s been for a while now.  And when I started thinking about it, I haven’t really felt like myself since Jack was born, and here it is, 13 months later.

I’m so tired of being in a funk.  Tired of always being stressed out so much that the thought of deciding what’s for dinner is overwhelming to the point that I want to go out to the driveway, get in my car & drive as far away as I can & not come back.  I’m tired of fighting with my husband and blaming him for how I feel.  Though not perfect, he is actually a really great husband and is generally not responsible for my feeling the way I do.

So today I went to the doctor.  And he gave me some pills and I’m going to take them.  Even though I’m generally opposed to taking medications, and medical interventions in general.  After all, shouldn’t I just snap out of it?

But I’ve tried.  And I can’t.  So now I’m going to try this.  I just want to feel better.

Wordless Wednesday

Holding Hands

Holding Hands

Arena Rock with Wilco

Thursday afternoon, Brett & I headed down to Austin with some friends to see Wilco. Actually, I take that back – we didn’t go to Austin, the show was just outside of Austin in Cedar Park in a new hockey arena. If you’ve been reading me long at all, you probably know that Wilco’s my favorite band & we have been looking forward to this forever.

We had tickets on the sixth row, which was so great. Check out how close we are:

Wilco - Row 6

Wilco - Row 6

It was a great show – really, really good. Our friends had second row tickets and I got to go down there for a few songs. Let me assure you – it’s only four rows difference, but second row is waaay better than sixth!  See?

Wilco - Row 2

Wilco - Row 2

But what was even cooler? I snagged an “Afterparty” pass & got to go backstage after the show to meet some of the guys in the band. I had consumed a few adult beverages over the course of the evening, and I may or may not have embarrassed myself just a bit. It seemed like everyone back there was young & beautiful, and I came upon a group of PYT’s talking to Mike, the keyboard player. They were all giggling about having to be in class in the morning, tee-hee-hee. There was a bit of a silence and he turned to me, offered his hand to shake & introduced himself. Brilliant girl that I am, I responded, “Hi, Mike, I’m Amy. I don’t have class in the morning. But I have two kids!” Awkward silence ensued & I think I pretty much turned & ran. Brett probably should have been the one to go backstage.

Wordless Wednesday

I’ve Become a Shredhead

Yesterday I began the October Shred Challenge from the Shredheads.  This means that I’m going to count calories and do the 30 Day Shred workout for one month.  The key to this is that I’m going to do this consistently – not for a week or two & then stop.  I’ve really fallen off the wagon & just haven’t exercised at all lately, so this was a good time to get back on the ball & start making some progress.  Making a 30 day commitment means that if I stick with it, it’s enough time that I will actually see some progress, which will hopefully help to keep me motivated to continue.

Fall is always a good time for me to make some changes – it seems like in the summer I’m just not motivated to do much of anything.  I’ll be tweeting about my progress & keeping you updated here. 

As brave as some people are to post pictures of themselves & put their actual numbers on their blogs…I’m just not going to do that.  But I will give you my numbers as to how much I’m (hopefully) losing.  If you’re making any changes for your personal fitness goals, be sure to leave them in the comments.  I need all the inspiration I can get!

Wordless Wednesday

Bubble Girl

Bubble Girl