Pencil Thin

My husband and I are planning a trip to Florida this summer to play some golf. We are not very good at the sport but we love the walking. Many of the Orlando golf courses we will be going to are well over 8000 yards and some of the hills we will be tackling would make a swiss mountain climber cry. We will try to be as courteous as possible and let those more experienced play through but if we get into a good rhythm we may just abandon the golf altogether and just walk to enjoy the sites.

Isn’t there a point in life when you shouldn’t need acne cream anymore? I would think that 37 would be somewhere in this age range but I seem destined to have a least one or two nasty little pimple all the time. The only time my skin is really clear is when I am pregnant and that is never going to happen again. This seems to mean that my face is always going to look like a 13 year old girl which really irks me to no end. I probably should give up wearing make-up and the problem would go away but I just can’t stand how my skin looks without it. This a case of “darned if you do” and “darned if you don’t” in my opinion.

It has been so many day since I have slept well that I have lost count. Every night it seems like I am going to nod off and then my mind starts racing. The things that come into my mind aren’t even things I need to be staying awake thinking about. One night it could be a television show I watched and the next a advertisement for Orovo that I can’t seem to get out of my head. It doesn’t even seem to matter if I take something like Tylenol PM because I still can’t sleep. Considering I have very little caffeine each day I really can’t imagine what is wrong with me…

Some little person in my house woke up on the wrong side of the bed. He has been screaming at the top of his lungs for no reason for the last hour. He isn’t crying but rather just screaming every single thought that comes to his mind. Top that off with the fact that he isn’t listening to anything I say and it is just good times here today. So, he is sitting in his high chair having a time out in the only way that works for this little boy. Now he is hitting the high chair and screaming. If I had a collection of trophies to hand out he would surely get one for the most theatrical performance of the morning. I might give myself one for the most patient Mommy of the day.

The stress of house hunting is killing me. I try to work off the stress with a long hard run but it is starting to take its toll on my body. My stomach is a mess, I think my hair is falling out, and for the first time since I was fifteen I actually have to use an acne treatment as I seem to be grown a new mountain daily. My husband tries very hard to alleviate this stress by being supportive and re-assuring but it is just not working out like he had planned. I heardthat Yoga is a good way to channel and relieve stress. Maybe this will be my excuse to by one of those big work out balls.

So I come back from my jog and find him still in the den Lenovo Thinkpad which he thinks is better than sliced bread. I will try and talk to him because the last time he did something like this he sat around and gained about forty pounds. He couldn’t fit into most of the clothes that he had bought just the year before and his blood pressure was horrible. If I were smart I would sick his mother after him and then go around and hide all of his HoHo’s and DingDongs. Make him jog to the Seven Eleven if he wants his slushie.

My husband just started a new job and has basically given up on any sort of a work out routine which was our way of spending quality time together. He brings home more work than ever and the equipment coming into our home is like nothing I have ever seen. Instead of talking about topics of interest like the Olympics or the presidential race our dinners are field with terms I have never heard like micro sd or how his servers were down for three hours and how this affected his productivity for the day. He is now working in our den which used to be a place for the two of us to relax. I think I will go for a jog.

There seems to be a preponderance of people living around me who were either raised in a barn or by wolves. These people don’t have an ounce of pride in themselves or where they live. Not only are their yards are unkempt and overgrown but they throw trash everywhere. Somehow their trash makes its way into my yard. Today, I picked out of my roses 6 Slim Jim wrappers and a half dozen Dymo labels. I don’t use Dymo and haven’t eaten a Slim Jim since 3rd grade. I don’t have to wonder where these items came from for a minute.