Portion Control

I am the horrible hybrid of a binge eater meets a grazer.  I have the awful ability to eat all day long and still overeat at the end of the day.  It is horrible.  I know I am an emotional eater but I am also never seem to get that full sensation until I cross that invisible line into uncomfortably full.  Millhouse has his own eating issues.  He is a social overeater.  When he is at work that is when he eats the most and it is because everyone around him eats.  They treat meals like a eating contest and the group of them will try to outdo each other by eating large amounts of burgers or pizza or burritos.  He will gorge himself on foods but only when other people can see him.  We each have our own food vices and I have always believes this is something I dealt with on our own but it turns out it is not.

The boys eat have their own food vices.  Maks is just like me.  Maks can eat all day long, never seeming to get full, and then overeat at the end of the day.  And unlike me, he doesn’t just eat bad things.  He can binge on healthy foods too.  In fact most days he grazes on healthy foods throughout the day and then at night he will binge on unhealthy foods.  He can spend an entire day eating sandwiches and fruit and then decide he wants a big plate of nachos an hour after he has had dinner.  If I try to replace the nachos with fruit or vegetables, he will still eat it but he will stay hungry and get up at night to tell me he his hungry.  I have been trying really hard to control what Maks eat but no matter what I do he just eats and always seems to be hungry.

I have taken him to the doctor and medically, there is nothing wrong with him.  He is healthy but husky.  He is not big boned but he is going to grow up to be a thicker person.  The doctor is not worried but I am mostly because I know that my bad habits are the reason why he eats the way he does.  He sees his father and I eating this way and he thinks it is OK.  When we try to change our eating habits, he notices that and he sees we are trying to make a change but because we can’t make the change stick, he doesn’t change either.

 Mats is nothing like his brother.  He is on the complete opposite side of the spectrum.  Rather than eating too much, he hardly eats at all.  Most days it is a miracle for him to eat half a hot dog.  Half a hot dog to Mats is the equivalent of a large turkey dinner to another person.  I can put plate after plate in front of Mats and he won’t eat any of it even if it something that he really likes.  The most he will eat is a couple of bites before he goes back to doing other things.  I have taken him to the doctor as well and the doctor says Mats is healthy.  He won’t be a bruiser when he grows up but he is a perfectly normal, slim little boy. 

 It is frustrating because as much as I want Maks to stop eating so much, I want Mats to start eating more.  It’s as though they don’t listen to what I tell them instead they are internalizing what I am saying to their brother.  Mats hears me tell Maks not to eat so much so he stops eating.  Maks hears me tell Mats to eat more so he starts eating more.  They are doing the opposite of what I want them to do.

 I can’t seem to find a happy middle ground.

And I’m Back

I have been away for a long time.  Not cause I wanted to be but more because if I wrote about what was going on I could violate some contract thingies.  I wanted to make sure I didn’t write anything I could get in trouble for.

So I started a new job in May.  It was probably the hardest thing I have ever done, career wise.  The loyal part of me just could not fathom leaving even though it had become evident that working where I was was slowly killing me. 


I was getting sick because of all the stress involved which when I stop to think about it is crazy.  I let someplace dictate my life so much that when I was overwhelmed, I would become physically ill.  And this went on for years and I stayed through it all because I kept thinking I was proving myself, proving my worth to these people.  But in reality, I was just a work horse.  I would never get the respect I thought I deserved and it took me a long time to come to terms with that.  Finally coming to that realization was hard.  I have to admit I didn’t want to accept it to a certain extent.  I kept holding on to the idea of eventually one day these people would realize just how valuable I was to them however it was just never going to happen.  I didn’t fit into their ideal and nothing I could do was ever going to make me fit.

So I moved on.

Once I started looking I realized how attractive I was to other places out there.  I had the loyalty thing plus skills and experience.  Turns out I am a good catch.  I ended up getting two offers on the same day.  Both were fairly similar.  In fact before I started negotiating both offers were practically identical.  Once I started negotiating, one company gave me everything I asked for.  They really wanted me so why not give them a chance.  It was a job, if things weren’t what I wanted them to be I would leave.

So I said yes and I have been here ever since.

Now I expected to have some sort of negative reaction when I handed in my resignation to my old job.  I knew they wouldn’t try to block me from leaving, that would just be ridiculous and I would have fought them, but I readied myself to be met with thinly veiled insults or passive aggressive comments.  I got none of it.  They accepted my resignation in a professional manner and they were almost cordial with me leaving.  I guess they were as ready for me to leave as I was to go.

I have been here for almost three months now.  It is new and interesting.  I am learning a lot.  It is a completely different type of department.  They are really smart people who are partial to logarithms and algebraic equations.  The way they think is new to me and takes some getting used to.  Some days I feel as though I am not smart enough to be here but I am slowly getting the hang of things and building up my confidence.  Working to prove myself here feels different from the other place.  I see people getting recognized here and I hope in time I can get recognized as well but I am not going to push myself to be respected.  I know now respect either comes or it doesn’t.  And if it doesn’t then I can still survive.  As long as I am happy with what I put out, I will be ok.

Story # 2: The Jaws of Life

Since I shared the story of Mats and the rum smuggler, it is only fair that I share one of Maks’ stories. Alas, his story has nothing to do with under-aged children smuggling alcoholic beverages into school during lunch. But he does have the Jaws of Life, so his story is just as interesting.

Maks’ class shares its classroom with another class. So for part of the day, they are in one room and for the other part of the day, they are in the other room. They have their desks and such but everything is shared; tables, chairs, books, you get the idea. Anything personal is kept with the kids but everything else is fair game. One room has been bag chairs for the kids to sit on and the other room has proper little plastic desk chairs.

This story starts with the proper little plastic desk chairs. The chairs are what you would expect them to be. They are hard plastic with a rigid back and a small square hole cut out of the back of them. I assume the hole in the back is for air flow given that plastic isn’t very breathable but it could just be the design of the chairs.

For the most part, the kids like the bean bag chairs the best. And really, who wouldn’t? They are squishy and fun to sit on. But there is this one little girl in Maks’ class that prefers the proper little plastic desk chairs. She doesn’t like them because they are more comfortable or easier to sit in, she likes them better because she can show off her athletic prowess in them. She likes to contort her body and squeeze herself through one side of the chair and then pull herself out the other. Given how small the hole is, it is a pretty neat trick to see.

Until the trick stops working.

One lunch break, S decides she is going to squeeze herself through the chair and amaze her classmates once more. So she lies on her tummy and pushes her legs through the hole in the back of the chair. She makes it halfway and realizes that she is stuck. She can’t get the rest of her body to go through the way it normally goes through. She wiggles and she squeezes but nothing happens. She is good and stuck. Then she does what any eight year old who is stuck in a chair would do, she calls out to her friends for help. They try to push her through, they try to pull her out, they take off her sweater and help her wiggle but she is not going anywhere. So they have to call the teacher over. The teacher tries to lift the chair off of S. She tries to pull her out or push her through but she is just not moving so she calls in adult reinforcements, in the form of the custodian.

The custodian comes in and works with the teacher to try and dislodge the child from the chair. They try wiggling her, pushing her, pulling her but she is good and stuck and they call in more adult reinforcements, in the form of the admin staff from the front office. Now the room is it a buzz with activity; it is full of adults who are standing looking bewildered at a child stuck halfway through a chair, the child in the chair is bawling and terrified because she can’t get out and the other kids are all standing around shouting encouragement and trying to help. In other words, it’s chaos.

The office staff decided to take a different route from what the other adults had done so far, they know that there is only so much that they can do and they go off to call the child’s parents and the fire department. They need her parents to come in and give the fire department permission to assist in this very odd situation. S’s dad comes in just as the fire department is pulling up. He walks into the room to find S halfway through a chair, crying and very scared. He finds a flabbergasted teacher and custodian trying to figure what to do and an office staff asking that he sign a bunch of papers. The firemen just stand there for now because there is nothing else they can do. The teacher ushers the rest of the class out of the room so things aren’t as chaotic but that doesn’t really stop them. They crowd around the window in the other room to watch.

Right after S’s dad signs the papers from the office, the firemen all converge on S. They give her a teddy to hold and they try to get her out of the chair. When it is confirmed she is really stuck, they break out really big bolt cutters and she freaks out. There are now firemen coming after her with giant tools. Her dad has to calm her down and keep her still while the firemen cut her out of the chair. The firemen cut the chair in half, freeing S after being stuck in the chair for two hours and her dad takes her home.

I doubt she will ever be trying that trick again.

When Batman versed Superman

*Spoiler alert* I give away the end of Batman vs Superman in this post. If you don’t want to know what happens, don’t read this post. You have been warned.

Last weekend, we took the boys to see Batman vs Superman. We waited until some of the hype had died down because dealing with the crowds, showing up two hours before show time and line ups are not my thing. I just can’t deal. I know this and because I know this, I don’t put myself in the situation where I know I am going to get mad dealing with the things I know I can’t deal with. Makes sense, right? Based on my past experiences, I know it is better to wait a week than try to fit a round peg (me) into a square hole (super crowded place I don’t want to be in).

Last weekend was the perfect time to go, the theatre was packed but we didn’t have to line up before and we were still able to get pretty decent seats showing up twenty minutes before show time. All in all the movie was alright. I really liked Wonder Woman but didn’t really like Batman or Superman. Batman is not supposed to carry guns so him having a kryptonite shooting gun bothered me. He should have found some other way to get the kryptonite into Superman. Batman with a gun is a cop out, in my opinion. He has an advanced military research facility with the best scientists in the world working for him, he is supposed to be beyond guns. And Superman is kitty-whipped. Am I the only one that sees this?

For what it was, it was nice to see a movie with the kids (that wasn’t animated) but I think I would have enjoyed the Jungle Book more.

Now here is the most interesting observation of the entire movie and it comes from Maks. Towards the end of the movie, when Superman dies (I warned you) his mother Martha comes in and give Lois Lane the ring that Superman was eventually going to give to her. And Maks had this reaction (and yes, we talk during movies. It’s not loud but there is a running commentary throughout just about every movie we see).

Maks: “Is that a marriage ring?”

Me: “Yes”

Maks: “They are supposed to get married?”

Me: “Yes.”

Maks: “Can dead people get married?”

Me: “No.”

Maks: “Then that’s dumb. Don’t they know dead people can’t get married? He shouldn’t have given her a ring.”

Me: “Superman got Lois the ring because he loved her and he didn’t know he was going to die. He thought they would end up getting married. Now stop talking.”

Maks: “I still think it is dumb. He wouldn’t be dead if he didn’t keep trying to save Lois.”

And I agree with him. I am not a lovey dovey type person. For the most part romance and sentiment are lost on me. But if Superman stopped swooping in the save Lois, then maybe he wouldn’t be dead and she wouldn’t be Superman bait all the time.

Just saying.

I am looking forward to seeing the Jungle Book though.

Story # 1 – The Tale of the Rum Smuggler

Lately the boys have been coming home with some interesting stories from school. And I swear there were these two stories that just left me flabbergasted. I had to ask for clarification halfway through both stories and I even asked them to tell me the stories again after they were done, just to make sure I had heard the right thing the first time around. Turns out the stories were just as crazy the second time around.

Here is one of those stories. This one is from Mats’ class.

During lunch one day, a little girl in Mats’ kindergarten class decided to show everyone what she snuck into school in her lunch bag. Now the school has pretty strict rules on what you can bring in for lunch. It is a combination of the usual things like; no peanuts or other tree nuts because those allergies could lead to some pretty serious reactions, to some pretty nutritionally specific ones like; no candy or chips at all because the kids need to eat healthy. From what Mats’ tells me all the kids in his class are pretty good at making sure their parents only give them the things they are allowed to have but every once in a while someone sneaks in some chips or candy and they cannot resist showing the rest of the class whatever it is they have snuck in. Successfully sneaking in gummy fruit gushers is a pretty big deal in kindergarten. So on this day one of Mats’ classmates was really excited to show the other kids what she smuggled into class because it was way cooler than candy. When they were sure the teachers were otherwise occupied, she pulled out her loot. It was a teeny little bottle of rum. RUM!!! As one little boy pointed out rum is alcohol. And yes, it really was rum as in the alcohol. She had snuck into her parents alcohol stash and swiped a little sample bottle of rum that they had put away. She thought it looked very neat and wanted to show everyone the really cool baby bottle of rum her parents had at home. Now she knew it was wrong to sneak the bottle but she wanted to show it off to her classmates so after her mom has made her lunch and left the room, she went over and swiped it and hid it in her bag. (According to Mats) But the big part of Mats’ story was that she lied to the teachers when they came around and asked about it. She claimed it wasn’t hers and that was what Mats’ was flabbergasted by. She lied after telling everyone about it because she knew she would get in trouble. Now if the little boy who recognized that rum was alcohol, hadn’t made such a big commotion about it being a bottle of rum, the teacher would never had known that some sort of contraband was being passed around the lunch tables. But when the teacher heard the commotion, she came over to investigate and discovered that the hoopla was not over fruit gushers but a bottle of rum. She took it away from the kids and went to make some phone calls. I can only imagine how interesting the call to the parents would have been that day. This child will forever be referred to as the Rum Smuggler.

When Mats’ told me the story, I had to stop him a couple of times to confirm what I was actually hearing because I couldn’t believe that a five year old actually smuggled rum into an elementary school.

I thought that only happened in high school.

Quality conversations

Conversations in my house are strange. They seem to happen in these overlapping waves. I am used to conversations being between two or more people where everyone takes a turn talking and expressing themselves. It used to be like that but lately it seems like our conversations are being spoken over other random conversations with other people all at the same time. Usually the other people talking over the conversations are the boys. It never fails, when Millhouse and I are sitting in the living room; engrossed in our own thing and not speaking at all, no one else speaks. But then we start speaking and the boys decide that is best time for each of them to start speaking at once. It is a strange phenomenon.

Here’s an example of what happens:

We are all in the living room and no one is speaking. Like no one at all. Millhouse is playing clash of clans on his phone, the boys are watching TV and I am reading. It is quiet except for the TV.

Then it happens. Millhouse makes some comment about something, and the rumbling, waves of conversations begin:

Millhouse: Today I heard about this climate change thing on the radio. Did you hear about it?

Me: No, I didn’t hear it. What’s it about?

Millhouse: It is about th…   *Cue Mats and Maks to start babbling about something at the same time*

Mats: Mommy, Ronald made a giant chicken today at school. IT WAS GIANT!!!!

Maks: Mommy, when we were playing tag, Sam ran right into the playground. RIGHT INTO IT!!!

Mats: Mommy, I don’t like salami. I only like crunchy things. Tomorrow just give me salami in my lunch, nothing crunchy.

Maks: Mommy, I have homework but I am not going to do all of it today. I will do some of it today and the rest tomorrow. And then I will study for my test after I do all my homework tomorrow.

And then the conversation between Millhouse and I ends. We are distracted by the giant chicken, asking questions about playground antics and all the other things that the boys have thrown at us in the last twenty seconds. The boys will continue for a little while longer and then they too get quiet. It is like the lay in wait for someone to break the silence and then all the things they have been wanting to say all day comes tumbling out.

I am not sure why information gets passed along like this. I don’t believe in the old school thinking that children should be seen and not heard. I encourage my kids to talk as much as they want. Sometimes they talk for hours on end about everything and anything that crossed their mind and sometimes they just don’t. Like everyone else, they get distracted by other things in their life, like Minecraft and Pokemon, and forget they have things to tell me. They only seem to remember when they hear Millhouse start talking to me and then the waves of conversations start.

I wonder how long this will last?

Why I opted out of parent teacher interviews

Right after the holidays it was report card time. Because of the work action at the end of the last school year, all the report cards were cancelled in June and we didn’t get them at all. Instead, we got a note from the teacher telling us whether or not the child had passed into the next grade. It wasn’t very helpful but now with everything settled, we would finally get a report card.

Given that Mats had been given the principals award a couple weeks earlier, I figured his report card would be a reflection of everything his teacher had already told me. And it was.

Now Maks, he’s the wildcard. I know how hard he has been working at home. I see him doing his homework and practicing so it came down to if his teacher was seeing the same things I was. Most times she isn’t and I was right. Even without looking at the report card, I knew what to expect from his teacher. She has been very blunt about the fact that she doesn’t want him in French immersion. She has made that clear every time I have gone in to see her. She just doesn’t think he can do it. This gets me mad because the teacher he had in-between this teacher, thought he could do it. And she helped him improve greatly. But this teacher has decided it cannot be done and she decided this two years ago. When he was a completely different type of student. And to make things worse, thinking he can’t do it is one thing but she takes her opinions one step further, she doesn’t teach him so when he falls down she can point it out and use it as justification for him not excelling in the program.

Now, I do not suffer from the “Little Emperor” complex. I am fully aware of the capabilities of my children and will not go out of my way to tell a teacher she is wrong just to spare my children’s feelings. I recognize in a very realistic way what my kids can and cannot do. But this teacher is wrong. She is biased against Maks, for whatever the reason and I just don’t have time for it.

In grade one she gave him a couple of months to see if he would be the student she wanted to teach and when she decided that he wasn’t, she stopped teaching him. And she has done the same thing now even though his work and work ethic have improved greatly since grade one. She refuses to read with him and when she does she will stop half way through the book and tell him he is not reading it right and then dismiss him. She doesn’t tell him what he is doing wrong or how he can improve, only that he is not doing it right. The same thing applies to his written or oral work. She has no problem telling him he is not doing it right but won’t tell him how to fix it or what she expects to see from him. This behaviour breaks Maks down. He just feels like everything he does is wrong even though it isn’t. He sees his classmates moving ahead but he is not because she just does not give him as much time as she gives the other kids. It’s frustrating for me because I want to help him but how can I help him if I don’t know what’s wrong.

So I didn’t bother going into parent teacher night. I have no interest in listening to her tell me that he is falling down in key areas but not responding when I ask her why she doesn’t read with him more. So I have gotten Maks a tutor who can help him with his French and I am declining any meetings with his teacher. Unless she has something constructive to say, I have no time to meet with her.

What happened in between

I haven’t blogged in a really long time. Almost six weeks, which isn’t the longest that I have gone without blogging but it very close. I have been around but blogging has been really low on my list of things to do.

So here is what has happened since I last blogged (in no particular order. This is just as I remember things):

  • Mats won the principals award. He has been doing really well this year. He is now the “big” kid in his class. He has taken on more of a leadership role and his teacher really likes that. She wants him to start practicing for next year now. He knows the curriculum really well and having him review is not helping him anymore. So he needs to start working on the curriculum for next year so he doesn’t get bored. Based on all this, his teacher decided to give him the principal’s award at the last celebration assembly. He was pretty proud of himself, as he should be. He was telling us for about a week before the assembly that he would be getting the award but he didn’t know the exact date of the assembly. It wasn’t until his teacher sent home a note that we knew when it was all going to go down. Since I was back at work, I could not go but Millhouse and Beanz went that morning to see him get his award. He was super excited to see that he had a cheering squad and he held up his award proudly for them to see. That night we had bacon pizza for dinner because how else would you celebrate getting the principals award when you’re five.
  • The NP was on TV. Well, she was on more than TV, she was in the local paper and on TV. Her drum squad was featured for being the youngest group in the province to actually perform and compete for drumming in the province. Which is pretty damn cool. But the fact that she is also the only girl in her squad is also a pretty big deal. She has been drumming for forever now and she holds her own against the boys and now she is being recognized for just how good she is. It is a pretty cool accomplishment she has achieved.
  • Trinidad happened. I LOVED it. It helped heal me. I needed it. LOVED IT.
  • Millhouse discovered a ghetto version of Dave and Busters about two blocks away from the house. It is a small laser tag/mini golf/arcade type place. It doesn’t look like much from the outside and the inside is really small but for what it is, which is a place for the kids to burn off energy, it is really good. It is the type of place where we can take the kids on a Sunday afternoon when they are bored out of their mind and it will keep them busy. They have been a couple times and they seems to really like it. Mats gets really exciting about getting to go there. I think it is because he is finally getting included in some big kid adventures. I thought it was expensive until I found out there was a wagjag deal for it. Now that I have coupons, we will be going there more often. J

Christmas 2016

You know I am behind with this blogging thing when I am writing about Christmas on New Years Eve. But hey, better late than never, right?

Christmas was quiet this year. We tried to keep things low key and for the most part, we succeeded.

One big difference this year is we went to the mall to see Santa. For the past 12 years, we have gone to my work party for the kids to see Santa. This year my work let me know that since I was currently on leave, I was not invited to the party and neither were my children, which hurt. Not because my work was being petty but because the kids actually looked forward to the party and were asking about it. So to make up for not going to my work party I took them to the mall to get some sort of face to face time with the big guy. To Mat especially, this is a big deal. Santa is the man when you are five and I couldn’t not let him see him.

We got to the mall just as Santa opened but there was a huge line in front of us. Apparently people had lined up from 8am even though Santa didn’t show up until 11am. But we were there already and decided that meeting with Santa needed to be done, so we lined up for two hours to see Santa and ten minutes before it was our turn, Mat started throwing up. Literally, he said he felt sick and then starting throwing up everywhere. He threw up all over himself, his shoes and my purse. I had to send Maks through the mall to grab Beanz and the NP who were sitting just off to the side waiting for us to get our pictures done. Thank goodness they were there or else I would have been hopeless. The NP jumped into action and grabbed a custodian who came right over. I rushed Mat over to the bathrooms and after stripping off his sweater and cleaning up his shoes, I got him back to Beanz just in time for him to get to see Santa. By that time, he was a bundle of nerves. He wasn’t feeling well, he was in the presence of a rock star and he was just out of sorts. He managed to talk to Santa and keep everything down on the ride home, which is always a good thing. I think him being sick was a combination of nerves, a lot of milky bubble tea and a stomach bug that would take over his little body the next day, that got to him. From that day one, he was so sick, he didn’t help do much but he was back to himself by Christmas eve. Which was good because Christmas eve is a big deal when you are five and to spend it throwing up would not be fun.

There was the expected craziness of the kids on Christmas morning and to be perfectly honest that was my favourite part. I love the reaction and the excitement. Even if you don’t feel it yourself (and I didn’t feel it this year), they do and they react with a level of frenzy and exhilaration that is just contagious. I am happy just feeding off their excitement.

The highlight of all the presents given and received this year was when Mat discovered a 500ml bottle of root beer in his stocking. He was beyond excited about that. It was something he told everyone about. And I think it is something he won’t ever forget. It was an unusual stocking gift but it absolutely suited him. He loves root beer but we limit how much of it he has so to get his own bottle in his stocking was a huge deal.

After all the presents opening and cleaning up, it was time to cook. I made a lot of food this year. I made about 25 different things, if you count the sweets but that was because I was expecting more people than we had. I wanted to make sure we had enough food. I have this thing about having enough food. I never want people to come over and there not be enough to eat. I would be mortified if that ever happened so I always make a lot and a big selection because I want to know everyone can eat as much as they want and if I am lucky there will be just enough leftovers.

Just enough leftovers is a good thing in this house. There was a lot leftover but that is a blessing for me. Leftovers mean easy repurposed leftover dinners. We had two different kinds of soup, plus loads of hash and stirred fried vegetables thanks to all the leftovers. It sounds weird but I love the leftovers just as much as I love the food itself.

We ate into late in the day. The kids played with their toys and books and things. We watched ridiculously horrible action movies and went to bed before midnight.

All in all, Christmas was good. I hope yours was everything you imaged it would be.

November – when everything breaks

November was a rough month. We had so many major disasters in November, it is not even funny. So many big ticket items broke; there was a point when I really thought I was going to have a meltdown.

First the bed broke. Our bed is pretty impressive. It is this solid wood massive old school bed. It has this pillar things and iron framing on the top. It is just whoa. Millhouse fell in love with it and had to have it right away. He loved it up until it broke his toe a couple of months ago. Then he wanted to get rid of but that is a different story for a different time. Right now back to how the bed broke. When Millhouse gets home from work, he is exhausted. He has worked all night and he just wants to go to sleep so he falls into bed like a drunken mastodon. He just stumbles, collapses, grunts and then falls asleep. Most times he doesn’t care which side of the bed he falls on or how he lands, just as long as his head is on a pillow, he will sleep. So he did he patented mastodon falling down move one day and he heard a loud crack. We have this super tall mattress on the bed along with a box spring but somehow he had managed the break the wooden planks supporting everything. And because he was tired, he didn’t bother to really look over what caused the loud crack. Instead, he just rolled to the other side of the bed and went to sleep. When he got up and remembered that he had made the bed make a noise it doesn’t normally make, he decided to investigate. The weight of everything on the bed had caused the planks to break off the frame. Millhouse attached them back together with extra-long screws and glue but I am not sure how much longer the bed is going to make it. If you roll over onto the not so secure side the bed groans in distress and I have visions of waking up to a slanted bed one day. More specifically, waking up to a snoring Millhouse rolled on top of me because the bed has collapsed on one side and gravity has propelled him forward and I am slowly suffocating but he doesn’t notice because he doesn’t realize that it is me he is squishing.

Next, my car went kaput. My car is a special kind of creature and is really old. But since it is a Honda, it is still running and I will keep driving it as long as it keeps running. With that being said, it is still running so in theory it should still be on the road but it’s not. I have it living in the driveway right now because the gas line has rotted away. It is so bad that if I fill the tank in the morning by afternoon I have a half a tank. Now there is no gas in the tank right now as I am not driving it. Nor will I put gas into the tank and drive it to the mechanics for fear of having it spontaneously combust on me. My next option is to have the mechanic come tow the car for me, which out of all my options I like the best. There are two mechanics we go to and they are both family friends. And I know that they are both on holidays right now. In fact, they were in holiday mode in November and that is why I did not take the car over yet. When people are in holiday mode, they are slack. I know these guys will do a quick patch job and have me come back when they are not busy in January so I decided to wait until January to get the car fixed. Right now I am not too keen on driving and if I have to go anywhere, I go with Beanz or take Millhouse’s vehicle. My car is sitting in the driveway, and I will look into fixing that one in the new year or maybe figure out a way to sell this car and get a newer car in the new year. I haven’t decided which yet.

Last one and the biggest one, my stove died. Like full out stopped working. Within a 48 hour window all the elements on the cook top went out and would not go back on. The oven still worked but it was uneven. One side was running way hotter than the other so cooking anything in there was uneven unless I went in and turned it halfway through. I started using Beanz stove for big meals and cooking smaller things on my counter top griddle but neither of these were long term solutions. I don’t know a lot about stoves but I know if this is going on, then that means I don’t have much life left in the stove and had to get a new one. A couple of people gave me tips on repairing it or the contact details of people who could fix the stove but the stove was so old I couldn’t even find the model details and the fuse panel that I needed to replace was being made anymore. I was out of luck. I hemmed and hawed for almost a month before I bit the bullet and went out and got a new stove. I dragged Millhouse to eight different stores before I found a stove that I liked and was cost effective. I wanted to make sure we got a stove that was going to last a really long time because I really did not want to go through all of this again anytime soon. Out of everything that broke last month the stove was the most important thing to get replaced and the new stove was delivered today.

Here’s hoping nothing breaks in December.