I woke up crying this morning. More accurately, I woke up from a bad dream and began to weep. This is not usual for me, but the dream was so vivid and so, so sad. It had to do with family and infidelity and losing touch with Max and Claire and...and... I couldn't shake it all day.
After lunch, we went to get our Christmas tree from a little lot in Seattle. It was a subdued sort of festive. Tree day is always fraught around here and I'm not quite sure why. It has something to do with expectations (though I could've sworn I'd beat them all down with my jaded forty-three-year-oldness) and hyper kids and my encroaching S.A.D. that always seems to sneak up this time of year. Let's just say that this morning's weep fest was followed by another equally disturbing cry while sitting on the stairway at dusk.
Now that it's dark I'm better.
I've thought of so many things I've wanted to blog about lately, but haven't had the time to put fingers to keyboard.
I've lost between 15 and 20 pounds in the past six months. I'm not saying this to brag, but because it scares me a little. I haven't exactly been measuring my food or even exercising.
So, size 8 pants for a 6'2" woman. Yeah, I don't know. The baby tummy et al is gone, but ???
I had a HARD few days with Max this week, wherein I actually applied the word Tween to him. Everything, according to him, was stupid. He wasn't working hard or being very respectful. And then, in the snap of my fingers, he became sweet and adorable again. He copied his spelling words down neatly and was proud, he came up to me several times, wrapped his arms around my waist, and said he loved me.
Claire continues to be amazing most of the time. Her projects wear me out, but I do love that she is driven.
And now, something fun! Hipstamatic prints. I got 9 made and am completely jonesing for more. I don't know what I'm going to do with them yet, but I'm smitten. I'm thinking of mounting a few on bamboo and have been watching YouTube tutorials. I'll keep you posted.