It’s 9:15. PM. On Saturday. Where the hell did my day go?! It flew by entirely too fast, and I hardly got anything done.
I did manage to find mom’s Mother’s Day gift, though. Finally. I’m a little late in getting it this year… usually I’d have had it weeks ago.
Blogging lately has proven to me that I lead a particularly dull life. Don’t get me wrong… I’m okay with it, mostly. My days with Gabe aren’t dull… but work & school tend to drag on & on. It’s pretty much all I have time for anymore, and I hate it. Thank God school’s out in a couple of weeks. I’d love to be able to get out-of-town without feeling guilty. Besides, I need some serious momma/Gabe time in which the schedule doesn’t revolve around his nap so I can get in some homework. Just have to keep telling myself that it’s all going to be worth it. ‘Cause it will be. Just not fast enough, you know?
I made some stellar cookies Thursday for mom. Nutella Chocolate Chip. Ohhh yeah. Did I need ’em? Hell no. But the three that I had were fan-damn-tastic. On the other side of the health/fatty spectrum, after finals I’m going to be looking into Zumba. It looks like a blast! I used to treadmill, but just can’t get into it anymore. I lost a ton of weight in high school (about 75 pounds) just by dancing in my room. I wasn’t even trying to lose weight, but boy was I glad it all came off! I gotta tell ya… I looked good from my junior year of high school until the month before I met my ex. It all piled back on shortly after, though. And now I’d like it to drop right back off. I realize that baking will definitely need to become a thing of the past, but what must be must be. Like school, losing weight isn’t purely beneficial for me. Gabe needs to have a momma who can keep up with him! He’ll be playing ball soon… and whatnot. I don’t want to be the only mom (probably the youngest mom) who’s also the largest. LAME. Plus, kids learn from following their parents. If he sees a wallowing cow, then chances are he’ll be one too. And I don’t want that. Not just for his physical health (although that’s the brunt of it), but also for his self-esteem. Kids are freakin’ mean. And even though I know there are going to be kids who pick on him, and he’ll pick on them as well, I don’t want their laughter to come from self-induced problems. I’m probably thinking waaay to hard on this. I mean, he’s not even two yet. For cryin’ out loud.. I’m already setting him up for a life of BS! But give me a break. I am EXHAUSTED. It’s been a tiresome few weeks… and I tend to over-analyze every detail of life anyway. It’s a curse… and I hate it. But who the hell likes a curse?
I’m rambling now… so I guess I’ll be headed to bed. I’m ready to start writing some decent, non-rambling posts again. I just don’t have it these days.