I'm 30. Officially, I've entered middle age. Bye bye twenties, hello to declining health and beauty.
Maybe I'm being a touch cynical. Today was actually a terrific day, and I don't feel any different than I did yesterday when I was 29. This morning, Hubby gave me a gift certificate for a facial, massage, and hand & feet treatment. Yessssss.... Hubby took the boys all morning and afternoon- I went to the one place I've been avoiding, simply because the boys hate it.
The mall. Yup, I spent my 30th birthday surrounded by Old Navy, the Gap, NY&Co, and VS.
It really was what I needed. I feel like I've been "on" for the past, oh, three years. It's been hard for me to just relax and do something frivolous, which is exactly what I did today. I'm always thinking about the boys, or what's for dinner, or errands I need to run, or what needs to be cleaned. I stopped by Cold Stone, and the nice guy behind the counter gave me a complimentary scoop of Cake Batter (I was lamenting about my birthday). I also treated myself to a few goodies: some clothes from Old Navy & the Gap, and a new bra.
Sidenote: Bra shopping should not be done with little boys. They hate the stores and it's just kinda weird to be topless in front of them. So it was a priority for me on this rare, kid-free day.
Anyway, it felt good. After I came home, we pack the boys into the car then went to IHOP. Not exactly the classiest place for such a big birthday, but you get to eat for free on your bday, and kids eat free all this month, so.... we only paid for Hubby's meal. Well, we only should have, but the waitress wasn't the brightest crayon in the box and couldn't figure out how to take the kid's meal off our bill. Whatever.
So now we're just chilling out at home. We're both pretty stuffed from IHOP. The kiddos are already in bed. BIG NEWS: JC is now sleeping in LB's room. We tried it last night and it worked well, so this may be a permanent move. Which is terrific- I want the den back! :)
Anyway, so there's my day. Girly and stupid and frivolous and fun. Happy bday to me.
4/18/10
4/17/10
The beginning of the end
It's here. The last day of my twenties. Tomorrow, I turn 30. I'm not happy about it, and I'm not looking forward to it... especially since Hubby insists on poking fun at my upcoming milestone.
Pardon my general moodiness as this day approaches. Even last night, Hubby commented on how much of a grouch I was being. And I was being a grouch. But I'm just not looking forward to 30.
I'm not looking forward to that image, in general. Yes, I am married, and yes, I have two kids, so I'm pretty much on my way there, but I don't what to be lumped into this "mom-jeans" category. I feel like it's stripping away the identity I had for the past 29 years. Instead of being my youthful self I had been all these years, now I'm old me. Adult me. Middle-aged me. Ugh.
And don't give me this whole "age is just a number" bullsh!t. People react to numbers. Someone in their twenties is young and sexy and vibrant. Someone in their thirties is haggard, homely, and... deflated. I guess that's the only word I could come up with.
Maybe it's just my own personal perception of the age. Whatever reason I have for feeling this crappy, just let me be. As of now, Hubby is taking the boys and I'm going to go off by myself and wallow in my own misery all day tomorrow. Then maybe take a hot yoga class, because I'll need to burn off all the crap I'm gonna eat tomorrow. :P
Pardon my general moodiness as this day approaches. Even last night, Hubby commented on how much of a grouch I was being. And I was being a grouch. But I'm just not looking forward to 30.
I'm not looking forward to that image, in general. Yes, I am married, and yes, I have two kids, so I'm pretty much on my way there, but I don't what to be lumped into this "mom-jeans" category. I feel like it's stripping away the identity I had for the past 29 years. Instead of being my youthful self I had been all these years, now I'm old me. Adult me. Middle-aged me. Ugh.
And don't give me this whole "age is just a number" bullsh!t. People react to numbers. Someone in their twenties is young and sexy and vibrant. Someone in their thirties is haggard, homely, and... deflated. I guess that's the only word I could come up with.
Maybe it's just my own personal perception of the age. Whatever reason I have for feeling this crappy, just let me be. As of now, Hubby is taking the boys and I'm going to go off by myself and wallow in my own misery all day tomorrow. Then maybe take a hot yoga class, because I'll need to burn off all the crap I'm gonna eat tomorrow. :P
4/16/10
Parents' Night.... In
Hubby and I had a date tonight. We were going to see Date Movie and leave the boys at my gym. They have a parents' night out once a month, where they will watch your kids for 3 hours for only $10. Good deal, considering we have two kids.
I got an email and a call this morning saying they were going to cancel it. THIS MORNING. Do you know how pissed and bummed out I was?? I'd been looking forward to this for weeks. Since our weekend is a little busy, this was going to be our chance to celebrate my birthday (it's on Sunday). We haven't been on a date since Valentine's Day.
This sucks. I know I sound like a whiny teenager ("Omg, you're ruining my life! I hate you!"), but I'm really disappointed. We need some time together without the kids. It's too mundane and unexciting if we don't. I mean, on a day-to-day basis, we spend about two hours together without the kids (after bedtime), and by then we're both so exhausted that we just zone out in front of the tube.
We need date night! How dare they cancel at the last minute!
Hubby is now at the chinese restaurant picking up take-out. It's not the same, but it makes it a little better. The kids are still awake and still driving us mad, and we're not getting all gussied up or anything, but at least it's not the same-old, same-old.
*sigh* Just bummed. It makes me a little resentful that we have a military lifestyle. Grandma and Grandpa wouldn't cancel. And it makes me a little resentful about being a responsible parent. I mean, I'd like a life, too. I'd like to actually go out to see a movie when I want. Besides, I really wanted to see that movie!
***Update: It is now 8:13pm. We would have been picking up the kiddos by now-ish. Instead, I rented a movie, bathed the kids, put them in pjs, and put them to bed, and am now waiting to start the movie. But Hubby is addicted to YouTube... apparently, date night isn't that important. This night is, in face, same-old, same-old. Me, I'd like to salvage whatever romantic night it could have been, but I guess it's now a lost cause. Oh, and the chinese- it sucked. Shrimp chow mein was instead shrimp lo mein. Instead of seafood and veggies on rice, I got a crapload of noodles with about six shrimp. And it leaked everywhere, soggifying my fortune cookie and rendering it inedible.
This night is an epic FAIL. :(
I got an email and a call this morning saying they were going to cancel it. THIS MORNING. Do you know how pissed and bummed out I was?? I'd been looking forward to this for weeks. Since our weekend is a little busy, this was going to be our chance to celebrate my birthday (it's on Sunday). We haven't been on a date since Valentine's Day.
This sucks. I know I sound like a whiny teenager ("Omg, you're ruining my life! I hate you!"), but I'm really disappointed. We need some time together without the kids. It's too mundane and unexciting if we don't. I mean, on a day-to-day basis, we spend about two hours together without the kids (after bedtime), and by then we're both so exhausted that we just zone out in front of the tube.
We need date night! How dare they cancel at the last minute!
Hubby is now at the chinese restaurant picking up take-out. It's not the same, but it makes it a little better. The kids are still awake and still driving us mad, and we're not getting all gussied up or anything, but at least it's not the same-old, same-old.
*sigh* Just bummed. It makes me a little resentful that we have a military lifestyle. Grandma and Grandpa wouldn't cancel. And it makes me a little resentful about being a responsible parent. I mean, I'd like a life, too. I'd like to actually go out to see a movie when I want. Besides, I really wanted to see that movie!
***Update: It is now 8:13pm. We would have been picking up the kiddos by now-ish. Instead, I rented a movie, bathed the kids, put them in pjs, and put them to bed, and am now waiting to start the movie. But Hubby is addicted to YouTube... apparently, date night isn't that important. This night is, in face, same-old, same-old. Me, I'd like to salvage whatever romantic night it could have been, but I guess it's now a lost cause. Oh, and the chinese- it sucked. Shrimp chow mein was instead shrimp lo mein. Instead of seafood and veggies on rice, I got a crapload of noodles with about six shrimp. And it leaked everywhere, soggifying my fortune cookie and rendering it inedible.
This night is an epic FAIL. :(
4/15/10
Love my dentist but hate my teeth
I got some fillings done today. Another $300. I totaled up how much I've spent on my teeth just this year alone, and it came to over $900. Add in babysitting money, and it comes to $1,000. ON MY TEETH.
But that number will grow. Apparently, my insurance only covers one crown per tooth every five years. Since myincompetent hey-brah complete loser all-of-the-above dentist in Hawaii did a piss-poor job the first time, of course it would need to be replaced. Taking the crown off destroyed it and it wasn't salvagable, so I guess I just need to get on the phone with the insurance company and tell them that they need to take the claim.
If it doesn't work out, I'm looking at a bill of over $1,500. Plus, I'm pretty sure I owe just a little bit more from today, but the nice girls that work there just let me pay half until the insurance adjusts the total. *sigh* I might need to start selling the boys on Ebay for this... :P JK.
What kills me is that this all could have been taken care of in Hawaii, but it wasn't because that stupid dentist wasn't doing his job. It could have been done while Hubby was on deployment, or while I was in NH (so my mom could watch LB), or any other time we were there and couldn't do anything because Hubby was always at work.
Pearl Family Dental in Moanalua, you suck, bigtime. I hate you. And I will let all my military friends know just how badly you screwed me over and f-ed up my front tooth. Beware the wrath of a Navy wife scorned!
But that number will grow. Apparently, my insurance only covers one crown per tooth every five years. Since my
If it doesn't work out, I'm looking at a bill of over $1,500. Plus, I'm pretty sure I owe just a little bit more from today, but the nice girls that work there just let me pay half until the insurance adjusts the total. *sigh* I might need to start selling the boys on Ebay for this... :P JK.
What kills me is that this all could have been taken care of in Hawaii, but it wasn't because that stupid dentist wasn't doing his job. It could have been done while Hubby was on deployment, or while I was in NH (so my mom could watch LB), or any other time we were there and couldn't do anything because Hubby was always at work.
Pearl Family Dental in Moanalua, you suck, bigtime. I hate you. And I will let all my military friends know just how badly you screwed me over and f-ed up my front tooth. Beware the wrath of a Navy wife scorned!
4/14/10
Who?
Dear Ke$ha,
Please Google Mick Jagger. I'm pretty sure you have him mixed up with someone else.
Sincerely,
The rest of the world
Please Google Mick Jagger. I'm pretty sure you have him mixed up with someone else.
Sincerely,
The rest of the world
4/13/10
Random Tuesday Thoughts
Yeah, I started this, then some "glitch" made my post all go away. Stupid technology. So, here's the abbreviated version, since the kids are now awake.
New glasses = happy me. New smile = happy me. I guess I should consider this year to be "the year of the fixer-upper". Makes sense- I'm turning 30. Time to start making minor repairs, right?
LB may have a broken nose. He threw a huge fit yesterday during naptime, and when I got him from his room, he had a large band of bruising across his nose. No black eyes, so it might not be broken, but it definitely looks bad. And, it matches the large bruise on his chin. Geez, this kid looks like a boxer.
JC just ate two bowls of oatmeal and apples. TWO. And I think he's still hungry. Wtf?
I made pie-lets yesterday. Mini pies in a muffin tin. Yum. Blueberry, cherry, and apple. They're gone- I ate them all.
Speaking of.... need to get my ass on the treadmill!
My bday is almost here. I'm turning 30. So why is it that I still am getting breakouts once a month?? I thought that whole zit-faced teenager stage was behind me. And, I'm noticing little lines. Great. So I have the worst of adolesence and the worst of adulthood at the same time. Screw you, Father Time.
Watched the Supernanny yesterday during LB's "nap". I tried a few techniques last night. They sort of worked- I know I'm still going to need to spank him, though. He's just too stubborn like his father.
Nine days until I party like it's 1980!!! :) Can't wait!!!
Gotta vacuum my car. It's looking way too much like a mom-car. I'm sure I'll probably suck up an entire bowl's worth of cereal and crackers. And, just how do you get lollipop gunk out of a seat cover
4/11/10
Thoughts on my clothes
I seriously need to go clothes shopping. I went searching for a sweater I can't find (btw, how does one lose an article of clothing in their house??), and realized that I have one bin of clothes, while Hubby has four (*this is the spare stuff, not our day-to-day stuff... just clarifying, we don't live out of bins). Yes, he has uniforms, but most of it was this huge wardrobe he has collected.
Maybe it's because I buy him stuff. But he has a shit-ton of clothes for all seasons. What a clotheshorse. Meanwhile I'm trying to make my summer stuff work, but it's just too cold for that, but too warm for thick winter stuff. NEED TO GO SHOPPING...
But don't know what to buy. For the past few years, I've bought maternity stuff. That's easy- go into Motherhood, pick some things that are cute, wear them. Done deal. I had a big belly for a reason, so no need to camo anything. Now, I have to dress to hide my flaws. And they're different flaws than before, so I don't know how to do that.
Plus, I don't want to buy cheap crap, but I also don't want to break the bank buying all this stuff. To be honest, that one bin of clothes is mostly made up of stuff that is too small. I was a size 6 before getting preggers; now I'm a 10. Barely. So, needless to say, that stuff won't be worn any time soon.
And you know what the ironic thing is? Hubby has nothing to wear tomorrow for work. Isn't that ridiculous?? All these clothes and nothing to wear. I'm doing laundry right now, but since it's a rainy, crappy day, it might not dry quickly, and I really don't want to run to the laundromat on a rainy day.
Hubby doesn't think I should buy new clothes. He said when I'm a size 6, we'll go on a shopping spree... which is kinda stupid, because I already have plenty of stuff in that size. What I don't have are clothes that fit me now. And it's not like I'm not trying to fit into those size 6 clothes- I really LIKE those clothes! The weight is just a little slow to come off.
Hm, what to do? I need clothes, but in order to get them, I need time and money, two of which I don't have for this adventure at the moment. Stacy and Clinton, help! :)
Maybe it's because I buy him stuff. But he has a shit-ton of clothes for all seasons. What a clotheshorse. Meanwhile I'm trying to make my summer stuff work, but it's just too cold for that, but too warm for thick winter stuff. NEED TO GO SHOPPING...
But don't know what to buy. For the past few years, I've bought maternity stuff. That's easy- go into Motherhood, pick some things that are cute, wear them. Done deal. I had a big belly for a reason, so no need to camo anything. Now, I have to dress to hide my flaws. And they're different flaws than before, so I don't know how to do that.
Plus, I don't want to buy cheap crap, but I also don't want to break the bank buying all this stuff. To be honest, that one bin of clothes is mostly made up of stuff that is too small. I was a size 6 before getting preggers; now I'm a 10. Barely. So, needless to say, that stuff won't be worn any time soon.
And you know what the ironic thing is? Hubby has nothing to wear tomorrow for work. Isn't that ridiculous?? All these clothes and nothing to wear. I'm doing laundry right now, but since it's a rainy, crappy day, it might not dry quickly, and I really don't want to run to the laundromat on a rainy day.
Hubby doesn't think I should buy new clothes. He said when I'm a size 6, we'll go on a shopping spree... which is kinda stupid, because I already have plenty of stuff in that size. What I don't have are clothes that fit me now. And it's not like I'm not trying to fit into those size 6 clothes- I really LIKE those clothes! The weight is just a little slow to come off.
Hm, what to do? I need clothes, but in order to get them, I need time and money, two of which I don't have for this adventure at the moment. Stacy and Clinton, help! :)
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