- Potty training SUCKS. Renee is currently refusing to go anywhere near the potty after a few solid weeks of doing really great. I want to die. How long can we last in the Her vs. Us battle? She is bound to win. I'm tired already.
- Come to think of it, Renee is currently refusing to do anything that we ask her to do. Why? I DON'T KNOW. YOU TELL ME. I blame those assholes at school. Even though it probably isn't their fault...where else did she learn all that sass? Surely my daughter would never come up with that mouthing off on her own.
- Cameron is cutting 42 teeth right now and he's still easier to be around than Renee. Did you hear me? FORTY-TWO TEETH AT ONCE AND HE'S STILL EASIER.
- I started Weight Watchers. I have no idea if I've lost any weight but it feels good to be taking control of what I'm affectionately referring to as The Weight Situation...the eating myself into an oblivion situation. The trouble is that I have no room in my brain for anything that is outside of "How many Points are in that?" Like I can't remember to ask Renee to go to the potty for the 900th time today because my brain is focused on Points. And how I don't get enough points. They are starving me.
- I finally went to the doc to talk about the never-fucking-ending migraines I've been having lately. And right after that I went to the dentist for the first time in three years. I know, GROSS. I have teeth issues. Issues that I should have dealt with a long time ago. Issues that I've been just putting off because it's too hard to find the time in my schedule and it costs too much money.
It's been a big few weeks of changes around here. Changes for the better, I hope. Moving on and getting back on track. Taking control of my life. I'm done with the waiting-it-out. I'm done wishing for it to just magically get better. I'm going to start with taking better care of myself (see #4 and #5) and hope that translates into me taking better care of my family.
(I tried to make this post funny because I didn't want to get all "What does it all mean?" on you. But I don't have room for humor in my brain either. Only Points. And "How long before I get to eat again?" And "Oh my gosh I'm sure excited for that 2 Point sandwich on cardboard for lunch...is it lunchtime yet?")