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So, on to Part II………
It’s a new year. I know I’m going to have to have the surgery. Nothing I can do about it but pray. But in the meantime, I have…..goals.
I’m trying not to call them resolutions. Because I hardly ever keep new years resolutions. But this year, I have a few goals.
- Get healthy. I am far far away from it now. I’ve gotten lazy with cooking healthy and exercising. Before I got pregnant with Pookah, I was obsessed with exercising and eating healthy. I wasn’t pregnant, didn’t have a baby, so that was my main focus. I’ve stated over and over and over again on this blog that “hey! I’m going to loose weight now!!!” But then I never follow through. So, instead of focusing on loosing weight, I’m going to focus on becoming healthy again. I’m going to eat right, I’m going to exercise, I’m going to have my surgery, and I’m going to run a 5K by the end of the year. Yep. That’s right.
- Start Grad school. My “career” as a nurse is at a crossroads I think. Either I’m going to be a bedside nurse for the rest of my career, or I am going to advance. I can’t see myself at 40 or 50 still working nights, still on my feet for 12 hours straight, or working holidays. Nope. I’m reaching the end of my tolerance for that. So, the next logical step is grad school. I’m still on the fence about what would be my focus, but I know I need to go.
- Get rid of the clutter. My house is taking over my life. Every since I had Pookah, I feel like I can’t keep up! So my goal for my home this year is to get organized, get rid of the clutter and to stay that way.
The new daycare that I am looking at offered Pookah a free morning “getting to know you” session. I sent him yesterday morning. I was worried because he would be unfamiliar with the kids, the teachers and their routine. I wanted to see how he would do with one mealtime. This daycare attempts to get the kids to eat the table food, but if they don’t they do make sure that they eat SOMETHING. No calls at 2 pm saying Pookah has only had water. So. When I dropped him off, I had to sneak out because while he was willing to go play with the new kids and read books with the new teacher, he was keeping me in his line of sight. He started to cry when I left, but quickly got distracted.
When I came back 2 hours later, it was to discover that he had been fully participating in all activities, and that he actually ate a little table food( SMH)! When it was time to leave, he passed out kisses and hugs to his teachers and seemed happy. I’m going to go ahead and enroll him. And keep my fingers crossed.
Well. I think I have found part of the problem: Sex.
Oh yeah. Hubby doesn’t get enough.
And no sessy times makes Hubby a very cranky boy.
And yes, sex won’t solve all of our problems, but it would be a start.
Now, if only I could find the energy………………………….