Hodge Podge of Nothing in Particular

This morning I got up earlier than usual because I had such an icky day yesterday - slight headache; don't know why. So was in bed before 11 which I hate to do on long weekends like this. Did my usual Sunday morning things - started washing the kids' clothes; fixed breakfast; soon I'll bathe each child and get them ready for church.

But this morning I had to contend with the Buggers. The littlest bugger kept hounding me for chocolate milk. I told her not until breakfast because it was all she had left and I had to go shopping after church. She kept whining and crying about it while I fixed breakfast, telling me, "I want breakfast!" I looked at her and rolled my eyes. She kept going so I told her again, "When - you-have-breakfast. I am fixing it now. It's called delayed gratification. You'll be glad you waited. I'm done with this conversation." She wasn't. I kept going.

After finishing up, I put Son's food on his plate and food on Daughter's (crossaints, eggs and turkey bacon. It's become a tradition. Makes Son happy to have us 3 eat together since daddy is never home in the morning.). I told Son to come get his food and as I stood there with both plates in my hands, the bigger bugger stood at the table and said, "Where's the milk?" I threw daggers with my eyes. "Uh, do you SEE the plates in BOTH my hands? Where exactly is the milk supposed to come from right now?"
"Your hands?" he responds seriously.
"Hmmm. Let me make sure you get your MILK. Stop the world, everyone! Son needs his milk right away!" (Yeah, I am sarcastic. It helps me keep my hands to myself.)
"Exactly when is the last time you had something to eat with nothing to drink? You must be working off some memory of that to have the audactity to ask me for something while I'm doing something else for you." He couldn't recall. Shocking. I told him if you're going to complain about something you don't know how to do while someone else is doing it for you, then do it yourself. He can fix breakfast for himself. Now he's asking me how to fix breakfast. I wouldn't be surprised if he actually did it.

Little buggers.
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In case I didn't tell you, I saw Joe at LA Weight Loss that Wednesday after work. He was actually good at his job and took my indirect hint not to try to sell me on anything other than what I already know I want. He was good. Go, Joe. But Joe wasn't there when I went back on Friday to give him money. Called in sick. But the deal is done. I'll start the plan on Wednesday - gotta have this holiday weekend for my last hurrah after all. I'm very excited about it. It's going to take me one more month than I anticipated but I will hopefully reach my goal by my birthday on Dec. 18th and that's good enough for me. I just want to get back there. Good old non-skinny me. It'll be sweet.
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Bigger bugger just came in and asked for more milk. Time to go and compose myself. More to come later.
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Boy am I listless today. Must be warm. Must be making up for the monsooon we've had to endure for the past 2 months or thereabout. Must be summer. Sweet summer. Can't believe it's July. I remember three-month breaks from school. My son got out June 22 and went right to his summer program the following Monday. He'll be there until July 28th, be home a week and then it's off to Georgia for most of August to hang out with Grandma and Grandpa. School starts Augu. 30th and this year Daughter goes to preschool. Because Son went there for 2 years, they got to know Daughter and all agree she is more than ready to go, so they're letting her in before she's officially 3. I took her one day last week to get the application. We don't live in the same city as the school so the Admin couldn't work her magic and slide her in under the city program. So she has to be part of the private program at full price. Daughter got the last spot. Yeah, it's God, but they did know we were coming back. She ran in there and got busy. Had no problem when I walked away to talk to Ms. Admin. about the application. But she came willing enough when I said it was time to go. The next day she cried because she wanted to go to Son's camp, which is at our church so she doesn't really get why she can't go. Then she cried because she wanted to go to school. I promised her school was coming and before she knew it she'd be old enough to go to the camp too. Sigh. Time is running out. Either there is going to be a baby #3 or there isn't. Not that I'm looking for it this year, or next. But those sands are rapidly diminishing. Ugh. I can't think about it. My brain is fried.
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I promised you more about Atlanta but I'm too tired today. I will tell you that my friend and I saw The Breakup while we were there and wholeheartedly agree every couple should see it. And if you're planning to get married, it should be required viewing, with a discussion and test afterward. She and I both sat in stunned silence at the reality of it. We thought it was a comedy and at times it was, but I guess this is when terms like Dramedy come in handy. Even now I'm trying to recall where things went wrong for Jen and Vin. My friend was so quiet I thought she had fallen asleep. Come to find out she was fighting tears. "Me too!" I squealed. We were both reliving the worst of our best relationships. Her's ended in divorce. Mine in marriage. We both shook our heads at how easily miscommunication sneaks in and pride stays to cause the fall. The whole time we're going, "Just tell him! Just tell her! Ohhhh! It doesn't have to BE this way!" We loved it. Check it out when you can. One worth owning. I don't say that lightly.
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Ah. 8 p.m. is upon us. Better make sure Sitter knows Daughter will be there tomorrow. I don't have to work but I've got to take my car in for a very late emissions test. They take the emissions test out for years and when I get a car that I have to take care of, then they bring it back and threaten to hold my registration hostage if I don't rectify the situation immediately. So that's my chore for tomorrow.

Daughter is whining now and Son is off to bed soon. I shall do the same.