I don’t feel so good

Last night I had a Burger King chicken sandwich, medium fries and a large Sprite for dinner. I know that it is probably loaded with trans fat, high fructose corn syrup, has about a million calories, and enough sodium to salt the roads during a major snowstorm; but it just tasted so good.

Now, I feel so yucky. Usually I am not a very health conscious person, but lately I haven’t been eating as well as I should be, and I’ve been feeling pretty icky. I figure that my crappy eating is resulting in my crappy health and so I have jumped into hyper healthy mode.

My resolutions are as follows:

  1. No more fast food (or at least not as often),
  2. More veggies
  3. And lots more water.
  4. Try to cut out sweets (which would be like giving up breathing for me)
  5. Try to walk for about thirty minutes a day.

I know it’s not much but hey, its a start and hopefully I will start feeling better soon. I’ll have updates every so often about how I am doing, and if I am sticking with my plan.

You know you’re a mom when….

5. You know the words to Wiggles songs.
4. You use baby terms such as potty or baba in conversations with other adults and are shocked when you realize that they don’t consider them real words.
3. You cut up your food into tiny bite size pieces.
2. You can discuss projectile vomiting or diarrhea without gagging.
1. You have gone number 2 with a one year old in the bathroom with you.

You know you’re a mom when….

5. You know the words to Wiggles songs.
4. You use baby terms such as potty or baba in conversations with other adults and are shocked when you realize that they don’t consider them real words.
3. You cut up your food into tiny bite size pieces.
2. You can discuss projectile vomiting or diarrhea without gagging.
1. You have gone number 2 with a one year old in the bathroom with you.

I found my clothes!!

They were in the washing machine.

By the time I discovered that they were in the washing machine they needed to be washed again. But at least I know where they are.

Woohoo for me, bad for hubby. He has to re-wash everything!

Baybee, don’t cha know it’s the weekend!

As I sit in here in my PJ’s suffering from severe lack of caffeine, I look at my son and wonder if he knows it’s the weekend.

He’s upstairs right now, probably running laps around the living room as I sit here trying very hard to will myself towards the coffee maker and turn it on.

During the week I have to be at work at 8am so that means I have to leave the house no later than 7am, which means that baybee boy must be awake at no later than 6:30am. That gives hubby and I time to dress and feed him, so that he is a happy camper once he gets to daycare. But on weekdays my lovely 13 month old son transforms into a 13 year old. He refuses to get up! He will pull the covers over his head & roll over and try to go back to sleep. I am serious this has happened on more than one occasion. If I let him sleep in he would probably sleep for another hour or so. It’s like he ran a marathon the night before and needs to sleep.

On weekends this is the complete opposite. My son wakes up at the crack of dawn up and is ready to go. All the fatigue that he has during the week just up and disappears! He’s ready to tackle the day and play until he drops.

I don’t understand this phenomenon. His schedule is the same. He goes to bed at the same time every night but it is like he knows when it’s the weekend, and he is programmed not to let us sleep in.

Mental note – when he really is a teenager make sure to wake him up at 5am on weekends!

Baybee, don’t cha know it’s the weekend!

As I sit in here in my PJ’s suffering from severe lack of caffeine, I look at my son and wonder if he knows it’s the weekend.

He’s upstairs right now, probably running laps around the living room as I sit here trying very hard to will myself towards the coffee maker and turn it on.

During the week I have to be at work at 8am so that means I have to leave the house no later than 7am, which means that baybee boy must be awake at no later than 6:30am. That gives hubby and I time to dress and feed him, so that he is a happy camper once he gets to daycare. But on weekdays my lovely 13 month old son transforms into a 13 year old. He refuses to get up! He will pull the covers over his head & roll over and try to go back to sleep. I am serious this has happened on more than one occasion. If I let him sleep in he would probably sleep for another hour or so. It’s like he ran a marathon the night before and needs to sleep.

On weekends this is the complete opposite. My son wakes up at the crack of dawn up and is ready to go. All the fatigue that he has during the week just up and disappears! He’s ready to tackle the day and play until he drops.

I don’t understand this phenomenon. His schedule is the same. He goes to bed at the same time every night but it is like he knows when it’s the weekend, and he is programmed not to let us sleep in.

Mental note – when he really is a teenager make sure to wake him up at 5am on weekends!

Smokin’ Hot!

No, I’m not talking about my body! :0)

The weather, it is hot!!

Today it is close to 30C and with the humidex it is even hotter.

I generally love this type of weather. Given that it is winter, is practically year round in my neck of the woods, heat waves bring a welcome change. The only catch is my baybee can’t stand the heat. It makes him cranky, whiny, and basically miserable. I’ve tried stripping him down and letting him just run around in his diaper, I tried squirting him with the garden hose, but none of it works. He wants to stay indoors and hide out until it cools down again. So until the weather becomes more seasonal I am banished to the indoors.

I have a confession to make…..

  1. I am unmotivated and don’t feel like working today. I have been playing around on the Internet and looking at all the pretty shoes on Zappos.com
  2. I have a desk full of healthy snacks but I am going to the vending machine for a Snickers bar.
  3. I just heard my bosses phone ringing (he is not here) but I didn’t answer it.

You know that you are over-worked when…..

You dream about your job!!

And it’s not even a good dream like the ones where you are doing your happy dance around the office waving the winning lottery ticket, or throwing water balloons at your boss or pouring fruit punch over the coworkers that drive you insane. Oh no, it is the dream where you are at your computer actually working.

Seriously, that is what I dreamt last night. I was sending emails to people and preparing reports to be filed. It is both depressing and strange. But I am taking it as a sign that I am in desperate need of a vacation and possibly a fruity drink with an umbrella in it.