Highs and Lows

Ok, people, I’m one post away from having my mother tell me she’s worried about me.

I really am fine, especially after coming to terms with the fact that I probably do need that extra 50 mg of Zoloft. Whatever.

Let me break it down for you. Some highs and lows from the week. It’s been a little all over the place round here.

Let’s start with the “lows,” so we don’t have end on a bad note and go to bed with a box of Kleenex (they really aren't that bad):

-Stomach problems. You really don’t want me to expand. They were my own stomach problems. You know. The kind you get every single time after your toddler has a weekend of throwing up and diarrhea.

-One day this week the devil hijacked my son. He was so rude. Tired, cranky. Had me fantasizing about hotels and stuff.

-Parent teacher conferences at work this week. Damn parents. Nah, I got nothing against parents, seriously, it’s just that it messes up our family’s schedule in a majorly annoying way.

-Feeling down about not losing weight recently. But, one can’t be perfect, huh? I guess I could try and run myself into the ground and continue to get up at 6:00 am to work out before work and then have the mental clarity at 4:00 pm to think, “No, I will not eat any crackers or, say, a bag of chips.” But, I just have not been able to do that this week.

-Work stress in general. All I have to say is that it has nothing with the dear students I work with. Love them.


Now, the “highs!” The stuff that life is made of! Excitement, gratitude, and reminders that “everything is going to be alright:”

-My biopsy result came back negative for cancer. It was an “atypical” mole that needs to be monitored. If it comes back, it will have to be removed again, but there was no cancer!

-The best thing about my biopsy results is that I know so many of you were wondering and care!

-My boy was only hijacked by the devil one day this week. The other days, he has been loving, putting his toys away, sleeping in his own bed, and mostly using his big boy voice.

-My boy gets speech therapy, and his vocabulary has really been increasing lately! For example, just tonight, I have heard him say brand new things like, “Delicious!” and “It’s on the coffee table,” and, “Wake-y, wake-y, hand off snake-y!” Obviously, we are proud parents.

-My husband has arranged a babysitter for tomorrow night. Funny thing is, he didn’t think I was serious when I said that I would like to just go to the babysitter’s empty house and watch a movie. I’m. Totally. Serious.

-My mom sent two of my grandma’s paintings in the mail to me today. I can have a piece of her, look at those beautiful paintings, and hang them with love and care in my home. When I took them out of the package, I told Parker that these paintings were painted by “GG.” He said, “I love GG.”