Hungry
- It's taking every bit of willpower I possess to sit in this chair and not walk the five feet into the kitchen to get a snack. Cereal sounds really good right now. Or vanilla ice cream. Or even a handful of mini marshmallows. But no. I'm not giving in tonight. I'm not. Not.
- I finally made an appointment to see a doctor on Monday. I keep thinking that this "post-partum" anxiety thing will go away. But if I'm honest with myself, I have to recognize that it's been getting worse and worse. I'm not blaming it on post-partum hormones in any way, because M is almost 2 and I know my body is actually pretty much back to "normal" now. But I know that I have never had anxiety like this before, so I am definitely relating it to the emotional changes of motherhood. Anyway, I'm going to have the (awkward?) conversation where I request that I be put on something to (hopefully) fix it. Hopefully for sure.
- Pugs may have the cutest little faces, but they are N O I S Y. I know, everyone knows that. So why is it that my memories of the pug we had when I was a kid are distinctly lacking in the noise department? How could I have forgotten that? How can I live with a dog for the next 10-15 years that sounds like THAT? Oh right. Because the pug is one of M's favorite things on the planet, and my heartlessness toward the dog does not extend to heartlessness toward my girl. Hmph.
- M's new favorite book is the Gyo Fujikawa "Babies." But what makes it cute is that she brings it to me to read saying "naughty? naughty?" Apparently she loves the book because of the page where it says "Sometimes they are naughty. . ." and shows them doing things like tearing pages out of a book and not sharing a toy. I love the personality that is growing exponentially every day in this girl.
- I used to be opposed to the over-processed, too-easy, not-really-cooking and not-really-healthy stigma that I associated with salad kits. A weird thing to put much thought into, I know. But I thought that chopping the veggies myself and adding a self-selected dressing somehow made it more of a "real" salad. Not anymore. I am completely over my snobbery re the bagged salads, and in fact that are my current favorite thing to "make" for dinner. The Grand Fiesta! The Grande Parisian! Asian Supreme! Open a bag and have a good healthy serving of leafy greens that tastes fab while requiring 0 effort. What exactly was my problem with this?
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