I hate being tired. My husband is frustrating me by telling me things that he knows will upset me, but feels that I need to be aware of a situation. I was having a good freaking day! Honestly. I was. I'm thoroughly annoyed, upset and furious, when I was having a serene day. How did I let this serenity pass from me? When these emotions interact with my being sleepy, makes it so much harder to fall asleep. I have to calm myself back down, which could take quite a while. I want to cry, but at the same time I don't which ends up giving me a severe headache that just makes me want to cry more. I have already lived through my personal hell!!! I don't need to see some one else live through their's. It hurts too much to bring all those feeling that I've settled back up again. I want to move forward. I don't want to dwell on those past emotions that bound me like a constricting cord.
I want my positivity back. Its what is keeping me sane. I like my sanity. Even if it is only my version of sanity, it and I get along quite nicely. I guess I will be working out in the morning along with the baking, church shoe shopping for Trev, taking Brie to school, cleaning, decluttering and rearranging of stuff tomorrow. I think I will be in a better mood again tomorrow and better able to deal with these emotions then. I just have to focus on "settle". Ignore or redirect the "pissed off". To make things clear, it is not my husband that has pissed me off, it is the situation that was brought to my attention. I had no idea to what extent it was. I'm just going to have to work harder at being positive in that aspect. I haven't seen negativity really help any one....EVER! So.....Time to take a bunch of deep cleansing breaths! Play some tetris, and hopefully become overly tired so that I can fall asleep.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Shopping with Trev, and TMI for a dinner conversation
There are two things I want to share. Both are funny, the second may not be appreciated by all crowds of readers (basically non family). So if you fall into the TMI category don't read the last paragraph.
So Trev has grown! To add to that he also has holes/rips/tears in all but one pair of his pants. All the holes have been quickly sewn up, in makeshift manner until I could take him shopping, because lets just say I'm not the best seamstress, and he was ripping through what I needled and threaded back together. So I go to Kohl's hoping to find good deals. Clearance racks here I come!!! I am an excellent clearance shopper! So we go with the express purpose of buying at least 4 pairs of pants. Easy enough right? Who knew that a pair of jeans, with out being marked down is at least 20$ for a 6 year old?!?!?!? Needless to say we found a lot of clearance pair of pants, that were non jeans, and one pair that he probably won't fit into for another 2 years, but they were lee jeans and only 5$. So as I took him into the changing room, (mind you he wanted to go into the men's, but explained to him that he could get away with coming into the women's changing room, but I couldn't get away with going into the men's....) He started posing and dancing as he tried on each new pair of pants. He cracked me up. So we pass by the girls clearance section on the way out and lightening strikes, and I tell Trev that he could pick out something for his sisters for Christmas-NOW- for him to get them. So helped me pick out a cute brown/pink dress for Brie, and about a dozen pairs of socks for Ali, totaling to a accumulative 11$. Then as I was perusing a little more closely, the whine came out and he instantly was hungry when he wasn't at all 2 minutes before that.
So the second for the non-faint of heart section of the blog tonight.
This is kind of how the dinner conversation went tonight:
"So what did you get shopping Trev?"-Matt
*Brie toots*
"I got some pants and Lego Star Wars outfit! Its so cool!"-Trev
*Brie fluffs*
"Brie stop farting at the dinner table!"-Matt
"So what else was there at the store?"-Ali
*Brie gases*
"Brie! Stop!"-Me
"This really cool Nike (but he pronounced it more like Nicky) sweat shirt but mom said I couldn't get it because it cost more than everything else."
*Brie fluffs*
"Brie, stop farting at the table or I'm going to put a cork in your butt!"-Matt
"NO! I don't want a cork in my bum! *Whiny cry* Whats a cork?"-Brie
*Brie toots and giggles*
Oh and by the way, yes, she continued to toot, fluff, and gas the rest of the meal, but giggled afterward.
I think we are going to have to go over dinner etiquette 101 quite a few times with that child!
So Trev has grown! To add to that he also has holes/rips/tears in all but one pair of his pants. All the holes have been quickly sewn up, in makeshift manner until I could take him shopping, because lets just say I'm not the best seamstress, and he was ripping through what I needled and threaded back together. So I go to Kohl's hoping to find good deals. Clearance racks here I come!!! I am an excellent clearance shopper! So we go with the express purpose of buying at least 4 pairs of pants. Easy enough right? Who knew that a pair of jeans, with out being marked down is at least 20$ for a 6 year old?!?!?!? Needless to say we found a lot of clearance pair of pants, that were non jeans, and one pair that he probably won't fit into for another 2 years, but they were lee jeans and only 5$. So as I took him into the changing room, (mind you he wanted to go into the men's, but explained to him that he could get away with coming into the women's changing room, but I couldn't get away with going into the men's....) He started posing and dancing as he tried on each new pair of pants. He cracked me up. So we pass by the girls clearance section on the way out and lightening strikes, and I tell Trev that he could pick out something for his sisters for Christmas-NOW- for him to get them. So helped me pick out a cute brown/pink dress for Brie, and about a dozen pairs of socks for Ali, totaling to a accumulative 11$. Then as I was perusing a little more closely, the whine came out and he instantly was hungry when he wasn't at all 2 minutes before that.
So the second for the non-faint of heart section of the blog tonight.
This is kind of how the dinner conversation went tonight:
"So what did you get shopping Trev?"-Matt
*Brie toots*
"I got some pants and Lego Star Wars outfit! Its so cool!"-Trev
*Brie fluffs*
"Brie stop farting at the dinner table!"-Matt
"So what else was there at the store?"-Ali
*Brie gases*
"Brie! Stop!"-Me
"This really cool Nike (but he pronounced it more like Nicky) sweat shirt but mom said I couldn't get it because it cost more than everything else."
*Brie fluffs*
"Brie, stop farting at the table or I'm going to put a cork in your butt!"-Matt
"NO! I don't want a cork in my bum! *Whiny cry* Whats a cork?"-Brie
*Brie toots and giggles*
Oh and by the way, yes, she continued to toot, fluff, and gas the rest of the meal, but giggled afterward.
I think we are going to have to go over dinner etiquette 101 quite a few times with that child!
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