It has been a week of celebration and of chaos. I will admit that I should be testing my sugar and keeping track of my food, but I haven’t. I will also admit I’ve been a bad blogger, wife, girlfriend, friend, etc. lately due to a combination of stress and nonsense just getting in my way, especially in particular to one big thing going on this month that is the major source of my chaos. I do apologize for all of these things, and I promise to try to make it up to you once the chaos is largely settled. There may even be a contest on here as a result, so keep reading.
Onto things I really can talk about:
We celebrated N.’s birthday this Saturday. His fourth party was at a bowling alley, and most importantly he and his brother (and everyone else) seemed to have a blast. Mommy? Not so much…..in trying to rescue G. from chasing his ball down the lane, I went after him, and we both fell. While he only hit the floor, I took out a bumper with my legs/lower back and smacked my head against a wall (we were on an end lane), which left me with several light bruises the next day. Just to think it doesn’t seem so long ago that he was being lifted out of me looking so confused as to what was going on, and now we’re researching schools. I am proud of how far he has gone in such a small amount of time – what 4 year old adds numbers correctly – and I love him to pieces (even when he is moody).
I also have a small Super-Bowl-related victory: I have found another diet pop I really like. In a hurry to Jim’s to watch the game with the seven of us, I grabbed diet root beer so I’d have something to drink. By the end of the night, about half of the 2-liter was gone, mainly by me, someone who is generally not a pop drinker. So yay for having more drink options!
But I better go rest this tired ol’ body before it rebels.