Out straight....
Emily starting a private preschool this year has done me in. It's only two days a week but coupled with family room at the elementary school two days a week, it really fills up my mornings. That and the running challenge as of late. I finished November's without a hitch and managed to trim up a bit so I thought I would keep the momentum going and up the ante some. Instead of 90 in 30 I'm just shooting for 100 miles in December. So far I am 54 miles in and counting, also 5 lbs down! Halfway to my last 10. Which I'm sure I'll gain and lose and gain and lose but that's where I'd like to teeter so I'm okay with that.
Anyway, Christmas is kicking my ass this year, too. I haven't an ounce of Christmas spirit. I am happy for my kids' excitement but I couldn't loathe this holiday more for all it has become and all that it just isn't anymore. I don't like "things", I don't need any new "things" unless you're talking about a new set of boobs that I promise I would take care of and love when the newness has worn off. And since I'm wishing for fixing, if you could just tuck in that cesarean scar just a wee bit....
Yeah, yeah...I know....
Speaking of, have you seen that show Bridalplasty? That's some good reality tv right there.
Not.
Sydney is in the band this year playing saxophone. They played a couple of tunes last night at the holiday concert. They could use a bit more practice. Just sayin'. I had to laugh at all the 5th graders up on stage blowing on their horns and talking to their neighbors. Brings me back for sure.
Emily's holiday concert is tomorrow night, which will be interesting since this is a christian school. I'm looking forward to it because that will also bring me back. I saw many a manger scene in my day. I don't take the kids to a church so this will be a little exposure to religion that they never get, except for Emily at the moment.
Abby is still the most adorable and thoughtful two year old I've yet to meet. I was muttering under my breath while I was vacuuming out the couch about crumbs and damn kids like I do every Monday. As I head down the hall with a handful of dirty clothes she followed behind me and said in the sincerest of two year old voices "I'm so sorry, Mom. It was an accident, okay?". Then she tapped her little hand on my leg to comfort me. I wasn't mad anymore after that. I love her light, I really, really do.
Ever been so tired that you can't settle in for a good night's rest? That's me tonight...I'm hoping that this blogging excursion has done the trick. I'm sorry I don't try harder to care about my writing. I just don't feel like it....but you're here reading so you must want to hear what I have to say. All four of you....
Nosy bastards.
If I don't see you on here before the holiday, Merry F#$KING Christmas and Happy New Year. Arrivederci.
