Sagging and scratching - the joys of womanhood

I’m not going to apologize for not writing lately. Really I’m not. (sorry). I’ve been insanely busy having an allergic reaction to my new medication and scratching various parts of my body at different times of the day, it’s super fun. It’s especially pleasant when I have hives on my inner thighs or beneath my breasts that makes for great scratching.

I did have some fun playing with a site that you can upload your photo and superimprose yourself into different era `yearbook photos`.  As you can see from the picure in this blog I had great fun playing with Scott.  Isn`t he sexy?


So I got a promotion, I am now a manager. That’s all I’m going to say about that. I’d pat myself on the back but I’m too itchy.

Everything else in my life is the same old thing. I did discover something about myself through the process of competing for my promotion though. Patience is just not my strong suit. Scott stop nodding your head, it’s rude to agree with me, unless I want you to of course.

So I’ve lost ten pounds. I’ve been working out on a semi-regular basis and basically eating better. No butter chicken for me but man am I craving it now that I mentioned it. Although I'm still a long way to my ideal body.  I just hope that when I get there my boobs aren't sagging even more than they do now.  After nursing three kids until a year each the perkiness is virtually non existent without a good bra. Don`t believe them when they say breastfeeding doesn`t cause sagging.  If mine sag any more I`ll be able to tuck them into my pants.

Speaking of the little leaches, we had Finnegan’s second birthday party last weekend, and my baby boy is now two. I forgot how much two sucks. The magic age where they discover that they do have a choice in the matter. Although when he refuses to move and I pick him up and carry him to where I want him it kind of defeats the purpose of his defiance. His favourite word is currently “No”. He seems to think it gives him the power. He hasn’t realized yet just how stubborn his mommy is.

The lovely angel of “no-ness” had his immunizations on Thursday and now has a fever and is cranky, which is super fun. I’ve been wearing a toddler all afternoon and even ended up being his nap mat. Inferno boy pressed up against me was a lovely feeling. Kind of like sitting in a sauna fully dressed. Fun times.

Summer has decided to skip the West Coast this year, it’s been gray and yucky almost every day, and I wonder, how can I possibly whine about the heat when there isn’t any? Instead I have to whine about the crappy weather which is so last month. I can’t believe it’s already July, or that Scott and I have been married for almost three years. On one hand it feels like just yesterday that we said our vows and on the other hand it feels like I’ve been with him forever. I’m sure when I’m cranky like I am right now it feels like forever for him too.

He’s okay though, I think I’ll keep him. He cooks. Last night he went out to a movie with a friend and I had to cook for the kids. I made a very nutritious meal of chicken fingers and sidekicks cheddar pasta. My niece commented on my cooking abilities, she apparently inherited the sarcastic streak. Damn kid. (She’s twenty one so I suppose not a kid). Thank goodness for Scott and his love of food. We’d starve otherwise. Although without me nothing else would get done, so I guess it’s a fair trade (just don’t tell Scott that).

I really don’t have much to share today; I’m cranky, restless and itchy. Finnegan has liquid poop so I have made sure Scott changes his diaper when he stinks. Scott is usually distracted enough not to notice until it’s too late. What can I say, I’m evil that way.

This day in the life has been brought to you by anti itch cream, which by the way burns when you accidentally get it into your privates, or your eyes, or the zit that I’ve been picking at all weekend and is not a giant crater on my chin.

On an end note, here is what I'd look like:

I almost peed my pants playing with this website, especially with Scott's mug. He didn't seem to find them as amusing.  Go Figure.