Love Love Love

I love my wife, my kiddo, our dog, and most of all...MY LIFE! I couldn't ask for anything more than what I already have. I get to spend time with those that love me, while doing the things that I love!!!

11.22.2009

And then she was one

It is done. Rob and I are over. We broke up on my lunch break on Friday. Via text. Very strange. We were "chatting" and it just kind of came to be. We both agreed that we can not be what the other person needs. I need someone so much MORE - more physical, more doting, more intense, just MORE. And while I think he tried to be more...he just couldn't be as much more as I need and yearn for. He on the ither hand needs someonje much LESS - less intense, less passionate, less affectionate, and less of a lot of things. And I just could not suppress myself any longer. Neither one of us can continue to try to fit ourselves into molds that we could never fill.

I am ok. I have been aware of the direction I was taking for quite some time now. He is a GREAT guy, just not The One for me. I am now free to reassert myself as the woman I truly am. I am ready to be ME again. I no longer have to guard my affection, I can give it freely. I am looking forward to the future, whatever it may hold.

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11.04.2009

WORDED Wednesday

Welcome to my own edition of Worded Wednesday. I am not so good on the wordless thing. Whatever, it's my blog. I will do it how I want to. :-)

I just like this little picture. It cracks me up.



My poor little baby who was sooo sleepy yesterday morning after coming in the room and telling me she fell outta the bed. (Plz ignore the bruise on her leg. I did not beat her there this time. She is 4 and she has random bruises.)



What can I say, the kid loves her food.



Not a great quality picture, but I totally busted blood vessels on the outside of my thumb when I was putting my bed together (all by meself, I might add) that first night. It hurt to text. And to unpack. And to do anything the whole next day.



Where the Wild Things Are bento box. How awesome is that? Someone posted it on Twitter and I don't even remember who or where I got it from. I am so horrible. I apologize.




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11.03.2009

SO much better

YAY!!! I got some sleep. I feel soo much better. After a few too many nights of staying up past midnight for various reasons and still getting up at the booty crack of dawn, I finally crashed last night. It had to be done. I went to bed at 9. Got to sleep around 10. I was awoken by the phone at 11, but only briefly. Awoken again by Mother Nature around 3 or 4, thought I was going to be awake till the morning, but then was asleep w/in 20 minuites. Then I totally slept till after 7am. Oops. Oh well, I apparently needed it.

As did Lorelli. She came in this morning at 5:45 and said, "Mommy, I fell out of my bed. I was sleeping just on the floor. I didn't had no blanklets (isn't that the cutest thing ever) or anything." Poor little thing. I let her crawl up in the bed with me and we slept straight through 2 alarms until 7:15. Which conincidentally, is the time that we are supposed to be leaving the house. OOPS!

Okie dokie. I am outta here. Talk to you guys later!

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11.02.2009

Not Me! Monday



Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not fail to pack anything last week for the move this weekend. I did not refuse to do this because all my stuff was still in storage and I didn't feel it necessary to pack up somebody else's stuff.

I have not stayed up way too late the last FIVE NIGHTS. I am a grown woman. I do not need a minimum of 7 hours of sleep a night. I do not normally go to bed around 10 pm. I was not on the phone until 1230 two nights this week. I was not up making Halloween cake balls for a lunch party two nights this week. I have not gotten only 5 hours of sleep for the last several nights. And I am NOT. SO. EFFING. TIRED. TODAY!!!!!

We did not try and move a bunch of stuff into the new apartment on Friday evening, to no avail because the previous tenants had not yet vacated. And when I say previous tenants I do not mean cockroaches. They are not one of the most disgusting things on the planet. I did not shudder when I saw them. I also did not go to the Devil Store immediately to purchase foggers and bug spray (and ginger ale) to get rid of the nasty little BUGgers. And then I did not have to get up in the morning on Saturday and head over to an apt that I had ASSumed (my bad my bad) would be clean enough for me to at least move my shyte into.

I did not decide to leave one of my child's whole big bags of toys in the storage room because she has waaaaaay too many toys in her room right now as it is because we are combining her stuff from two houses.

I did not let my child stay the night with the babysitters so that they could take her trick or treating while I was getting everything together to move (and apparently kill bugs) and she did not tell me that she didn't get that much candy because she was scared of "the costume monsters."

I did not waste 2 or more hours online when I should have been organizing the kitchen. And I did not take pictures of my totally disorganized and box filled apartment and post them on FB proclaiming how much I needed to get off the internet and unpack. And I did not continue to play online and play bejeweled. And I did not make ask nicely of Lorelli to please take all Mommy's shoes from the living room into her bedroom for her (while I was not posting said pictures). This did not take the better part of an hour because I did not have 13 pairs of shoes in the living room floor.

And...I did not "dance like a dervish" in the middle of my spacious bedroom floor last night at midnight just because I had my own room and I had finished unpacking my bathroom. :-)

And last...I have most definitely not had trouble sleeping in my very own bed. In my very own room. All by myself. It has not been 7+ years since I have not shared my room with SOME loved one.

LATERS!!!

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