An uneventful ultrasound with Oliver in tow- "Mommy, " he says,"Are we having a baby?" "No" I answered. "Then why is your belly so big?"
This counting points thing is a BIG pain in the ass but I am doing it. Today was a particularly ludicrous day-I had oatmeal with banana and almonds for breakfast and then didn't anything but a few green tea mints from Trader Joes- yum- until about 4. By this time I was at gymnastics with Lulu and was really hungry. So I went to the vending machine- which I NEVER do- and had 4 points worth of Sun Chips. Then we came home and I had to get our potluck contribution to Lulu's second grade "family" night ready. So by the time we get there I have stored about 20 points worth of food which I TOTALLY blow on meatballs, chicken nuggets and some bad flan and some equally bad pound cake of some kind. Pure junk. And I still have like one point to spare. (I didn't eat 45 meatballs and a whole pan of flan-) Because I am psycho like that I will weigh myself in the morning and see if this evenings binge made a difference. Regardless of that I am actually feeling quite a bit better today. But the day started off slightly hellaciously.
As usual we were running late. Lulu wanted pancakes, Oliver wanted crepes. Luckily I have the batter ready made so it isn't a huge deal. I made Lulu a "Woody" pancake which she complained looked more like Mickey Mouse- Oliver as usual was happy with his jam filled crepes. * o' clock arrives and we need top leave. I go through this every day and I can't figure out why it is always a nightmare. I'm trying to get the kids in the car, Oliver is frantically trying to figure out what to bring "for share" at school which I don't get because they don't even have show and tell in his preschool and he insists on doing this EVERY day. Lulu is wearing a tank top while I have on a long sleeve shirt, a sweater and am thinking about going overkill with my down jacket. It is not hot outside so clearly one of us isn't dressed right. And maybe I'm a little overdressed but come on. I swear I am wondering if I actually gave birth to a pair of goats...except goats would be easier to get into the car. Anyway we are driving up to school. I am being told to shut up as I absently sing along with "the Leftovers Are Coming to Get Me"- another song I have been subjected to hearing over and over again in the car. I am feeling irritated and like I want to pull off my ponytails and choke myself with them. I feel like I go through this everyday- this hurry hurry hurry get in the car, did you brush your teeth? Lulu put on your shoes. Not those- those are too small- we just got you some beautiful shies that fit. Come on put them on. They won't feel funny for very long. I promise you are going to think they are SO comfortable.... Put them ON. . Oliver, you don't need a share, put on your seat belt, I thought YOU had your backpack. That is supposed to be your responsibility. Oliver stop eating your snack- that's for school. Oliver stop bothering Lulu. Oliver, OLIVER will you please listen? Oliver! Lulu brush your hair it looks like a rat and his 3 cousins had a party in there. Bicker Bicker and then a few minutes of being entranced by Lorenzo Llama on Kids Place Live (Sirius satellite) followed by 18 questions pertaining to why does Lorenzo Llama not want to be touched? We get to school right as the bell rings and as I basically toss Lulu out the door, I am told by Lulu that I NEVER walk her to class. Which is total bullshit because I walk there almost everyday. Lulu has this weird thing about the old guy that helps the children get safely from their cars into the school gate. She freaks out if he tries to open the door. I always jump out quickly to beat him to the door but sometimes he gets there first. Slippery fellow. So here is this guy who is somebody's grandpa and every time I unlock the car with the remote and he tries to open the door, Lulu locks it. This goes on for like 20 seconds and I am about to blow a gasket. He is nervously chuckling as if to tell me, "What a charming little princess you have here!" and he really means "Get your fucking kid outta the car because you are blocking traffic" He finally gets her out and quickly guides her around the car and into the gate. And the look Lulu gave me! Yikes. As soon as Lulu gets out of the car, Oliver usually falls silent, asking every so often what song we are listening to- though he could care less- he does it because Lulu does it. He gets mad if when he talks and I say "Uh huh", so usually once during our drive from Lulu's school to his preschool, I will inadvertently answer "Uh Huh" and he will start reprimanding me. Finally I drop Oliver off and am alone! and then I get a text from my dear friend about walking on the beach and immediately my day begins to get better. And in looking back the good stuff REALLY isn't as entertaining as the bad stuff.
I am wondering if the thyroid supplement that I began is helping me with the achiness. Could it happen that fast? I still need to blog about the visit with the endrocrinologist . Maybe tomorrow. Wow...I am really tired. Gnight.
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