That's pretty much what I accomplished today. I'm not proud of it, but there it is.
I woke up at the buttcrack of noon (and probably only then because I was having a dream about my grandmother burning me with her cigarettes), fooled around a little online, and by 1:30, had completely worn myself out again. Don't know what the deal is; I've been back on the iron wagon since the weekend. I guess the last few days of running around have taken their toll on this old lady.
What the hell? I'm not old. Why am I getting so tired??
So I took a nap, an hour and a half after I got up. At NOON. And slept 'til it was time to go for the bus. Pretty ridonkulous, huh?
I got nothing worthy of a post done today. I didn't clean, not one little bit. I'd planned to, it was all over my to-do list, but I glanced in the dirt's direction and then snoozed soundly.
Whatever. It'll still be there tomorrow, if the yesterday-to-today dirtiness continuum is any indication.
Right after the kids got home and had a snack, it was time to get Curls ready for her Jazz class. All the way to class, I made good and sure that the girls both wanted to NOT do soccer again in the Spring (it wasn't even a question for Sophia; she is all ready to stop now) and go back to dance class.
Well, of course, Chloë is all ready in dance, but she's only been taking one class - the Jazz - this year instead of three (tap and ballet). She decided not to do Spring soccer, since she misses her ballet classes.
So when we got to dance, I talked to Miss D about starting up Sophie's Creative Movement and Chloë's Ballet I classes in December. She was excited to have them back, and told me how much the monthly tuition would be: $130 dollars! Eep! Much more than the $53 I've been paying thus far.
And not only that, but the balance for Chloë's costumes is due in December, another 88 bucks, for a total of $218.
What the hell? We don't have that kind of cashola lying around, you know. I guess I better sell my other ovary, but dang, soccer really was a whole lot cheaper.
Speaking of selling things I shouldn't, I might sell my CPAP machine. I don't use it. Ever. Really, EVER. I just sold our seldom-used camcorder on eBay for a measly $49, which sucks. I should have set the reserve at fifty bucks and gone from there! But it's not digital, so I'm not terribly surprised.
Anyway. I'm rambling.
After I talked to Miss D about that, Miss S (the ballet teacher) came over and gushed about how "amazing" I looked, how I've lost a whole person, yadda yadda. She kept using that word, "Amazing!" I blushed and smiled and thanked her. It's hard to be complimented, y'all. But it does make me happy. Really, really happy. Like, I can't even wait to get our pictures taken for Christmas cards, with me actually in it and not trying to hide. I'm proud of how far I've come this year. It is amazing.
I talked to my sis on the phone after that, and we shared our kids' Christmas present wishlists and then shared how neither of us has any money for Christmas, so good luck squeezing something out of each other.
But we'll try.
And then I talked to my gran'pappy, who had a procedure yesterday for his enlarged prostate. He was really worried about the catheter, and it turned out to be just as bad as he'd thought. Poor old guy. But he's doing better now, and I'm most grateful that he's going to be fine. Plus it's pretty funny hearing my grandfather tell me "they put it on my, you know, private" and "they went up the rear" and all that. We are a TMI family, apparently!!
Home again, jiggity jog. Time for dinner. I hadn't even thought about it, in my sleepy stupor today, so I just put in a couple of frozen pizzas. Well, really, I put in one frozen pizza, they quickly gobbled that up, and requested another. I was happy to oblige. When your kids are practically midgets, seeing them scarf down food is akin to winning the lottery, I swear.
Homework after that. Jack (ew, the dog is behind me, farting, and she smells like a dead skunk) did great again today. He was in a really whiny, fussy mood, so it was hard to get him to actually do it, but once he did, he was great.
Chloë had half of yesterday's homework to make up, plus tonight's, so she was up again until 2300 doing her homework. :( Poor kid. I made her stop then, even though she still wasn't done with her spelling homework. Although don't feel too terribly sorry for her, because she fooled around and played and acted silly the whole time, so it could have been done in half the time or less. She drives me crazy! Focus, child!
Yesterday, for her math test review, I showed her a conversion thing I learned in high school, to see if maybe it would help her with inches and feet and yards. It didn't. She came home today and said, "I couldn't do that college thing you showed me. I'm a kid, and you're a MOM, so of course I don't understand it!" Ah, okay, because I'm a MOM!
Oh well, I tried.
Oh, tomorrow, I will have finished Luke booties to show you. I worked on them after talking to Grandpa, but I don't like taking flash pictures with that POS camera, if I can help it.
And now, I wait for Hubs. He should be home soon. And I shaved my legs, so, you know...