Holy Moly, It's 2005. It's January! Can you believe it? I, for one, cannot. How many times will we write 2004 on our checks? Not that I write many checks in this electronic age, but you know what I'm saying. So, some resolutions, I guess. Starting Monday, of course. Waaaaay fewer soft drinks. Dieting starting Monday. Stop picking at blemishes on face. Am not 13 anymore...can't really get away with the big red splotches now. Keep bank account balanced. Clean house regularly. Eat waaaaaaaaaaay less chocolate. That's a hard one. Ok, that's enough of that crap. Resolutions smesolutions. Let's see if I can stick to just two, then I'll be proud.
A new beginning, this new year. January, a month of rebirth. Yeah right. A month of dread, more like it. I can't freaking believe I'll be 3-0 this month. Look, I have to "spell it out," I can't bring myself to actually say the number outright. 3-0, like it's a dirty word. And it kind of is. I mean, Gord, I feel like I'm still 23. I look youthful, right? Why do I have to go and age so quickly? When the hell did this all happen? I just don't understand. I feel relatively good most days. I'm not plagued with an aching body. I'm only moderately forgetful. I don't wear rollers in my hair in public. Of course, I don't ever put rollers in my hair to begin with, but that's neither here nor there, is it? I'm kind of up on trends, on pop culture. I know that Marilyn Manson is a man, sort of. Eminem isn't candy. I know that brown hair is in this year. I refuse to become too much of a square. Oh lord, please don't make me old! Young people don't say "square" do they! Oh shit! It's starting already!
Why, I wonder, does a McD's quarter pounder come in a box, when a double cheeseburger comes in a paper wrapper? It's the same amount of meat, right? A box just seems wasteful and kind of pretentious, in my opinion. I mean, I like the quarter pounder better than the double cheese, but the box in no way plays a part in it.
I have to tell you, the past two days have been incredibly terrible. I honestly feel like turning in my Mommy Badge and going to Hawaii for two weeks. Alone. Cameron is just.....inconsolable. It's horrible. He's sick, yes, but he's not being himself. Nothing makes him happy. And he wants me constantly, although he just screams at me the whole time I have him. I don't know what to do. He wants me to pick him up. 2 seconds later he wants to get down, but as soon as his feet touch the floor, he wants back up. Nothing will soothe him. I think I'm taking him to the pediatrician tomorrow. Unless things improve. He won't sleep, but he's so tired he can't function. I wonder if he might have an ear infection. I'm kind of hoping he does, just so he'll return to normal. I hope this isn't his "new" personality. If it is, I swear, I don't know if I'll be able to handle it. I'm on the verge of tears as I type. I'm telling you, this is worse than when he was a newborn. Anyway, please, send us some Normal Kid Vibes and fast.
Here's to a restful night (please) and a much better tomorrow.
A new beginning, this new year. January, a month of rebirth. Yeah right. A month of dread, more like it. I can't freaking believe I'll be 3-0 this month. Look, I have to "spell it out," I can't bring myself to actually say the number outright. 3-0, like it's a dirty word. And it kind of is. I mean, Gord, I feel like I'm still 23. I look youthful, right? Why do I have to go and age so quickly? When the hell did this all happen? I just don't understand. I feel relatively good most days. I'm not plagued with an aching body. I'm only moderately forgetful. I don't wear rollers in my hair in public. Of course, I don't ever put rollers in my hair to begin with, but that's neither here nor there, is it? I'm kind of up on trends, on pop culture. I know that Marilyn Manson is a man, sort of. Eminem isn't candy. I know that brown hair is in this year. I refuse to become too much of a square. Oh lord, please don't make me old! Young people don't say "square" do they! Oh shit! It's starting already!
Why, I wonder, does a McD's quarter pounder come in a box, when a double cheeseburger comes in a paper wrapper? It's the same amount of meat, right? A box just seems wasteful and kind of pretentious, in my opinion. I mean, I like the quarter pounder better than the double cheese, but the box in no way plays a part in it.
I have to tell you, the past two days have been incredibly terrible. I honestly feel like turning in my Mommy Badge and going to Hawaii for two weeks. Alone. Cameron is just.....inconsolable. It's horrible. He's sick, yes, but he's not being himself. Nothing makes him happy. And he wants me constantly, although he just screams at me the whole time I have him. I don't know what to do. He wants me to pick him up. 2 seconds later he wants to get down, but as soon as his feet touch the floor, he wants back up. Nothing will soothe him. I think I'm taking him to the pediatrician tomorrow. Unless things improve. He won't sleep, but he's so tired he can't function. I wonder if he might have an ear infection. I'm kind of hoping he does, just so he'll return to normal. I hope this isn't his "new" personality. If it is, I swear, I don't know if I'll be able to handle it. I'm on the verge of tears as I type. I'm telling you, this is worse than when he was a newborn. Anyway, please, send us some Normal Kid Vibes and fast.
Here's to a restful night (please) and a much better tomorrow.
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