Where to start
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
I really need to stop disappearing. I won the get healthy competition in both points earned and pounds lost. I knew I was going to win for most points, but had no idea about weight lost. I'm so happy this time it was fairly based on points instead of a popularity contest. Of course I fell off the wagon shortly after. More on that later.
For Father's Day I came up with the cutest keychain. I traced each child's foot onto shrinky dink paper, let them color it, and wrote "following in your footsteps" on the other side. They're so cute most of the other toddler rooms are doing them or a variation.
Things I think will be changing at work soon. My two supervisors may have put their jobs at risk and I learned things about my head boss and her way of thinking that make me question remaining there for long.
My cat has been sick. Looks like a bad hairball. I talked to the vet office and got some of their cat lax, which seems to work. I haven't given it to her for a couple of weeks and came home tonight to find evidence of more trouble. She's a lot better, but we need to get the carpet cleaned.
Let's see, I fell of the wagon so to speak for a very bad reason. My husband has been having training at work so he gets home less than an hour after I do. I've gotten so used to doing my walking and then having a couple of hours to myself before he got home. His hours changed and for some reason I decided that meant no walking on my way home from work. Today I stopped and did a hike before coming home and then we went to the wildlife sanctuary to feed the chipmunks. The chipmunks are ignoring us. They were fine on Saturday, but yesterday and again today they were very scarce. Anyway, he goes back to his late hours again on Monday for a little while.
I'll just have to start walking on my lunch break again. His early hours are good for us to go on walks together and baby making. I just got used to all the alone time.
Met up with my parents Memorial Day weekend. What a difference from last year. Last year I stayed home by myself trying to figure out what was making me sick all the time. I haven't knowingly had gluten since.
Anyway, my husband was well behaved and drove the five hours there and back without complaint. Now my parents are mad at him because they forgot about our conversation about how expensive it would be to put me on his insurance. He was talking about it for some reason and what he told them wasn't quite the same as what I was told. It was discussed more with his parents than with me. Like usual. Now they are ready to tell him off. They want me to get some quotes and help me get health insurance. Seems to me that his way of thinking (or his mom's) is that it's my fault I don't have insurance because I don't make enough. The fact that he can't handle money has nothing to do with it. He doesn't even have the code to our checking account anymore.
I don't know how to get him off his butt to start looking for a more reasonable apartment or house. I think he's waiting for his mom to do it for him.
Years ago I made a pact with my former fiancé that if I wasn't a mom by the time I was 30 he would help me out. 30 has come and gone and we are still friends. However, we are both married. Apparently that hasn't changed our pact. His wife knows and is ok with it. My husband isn't. I don't plan on acting on it. I'm just rethinking my marriage and future.
Time to hit the knitting needles for a little while before bed.