Fall

The weather is changing and, in my opinion, for the better! I love fall! There is nothing better than sweater and boot weather. The colors of autumn and the smell of a wood burning in a fire pit or a fireplace make me so happy. Sitting around a fire with the family roasting marshmallows and drinking cocoa....sigh....! The anticipation of the holidays and all the family birthdays within weeks of each other are all things that make me feel amazing inside. Apple and pumpkin picking, too. How could I forget? It's all good....really, it is!

Getting Ready

The last few days have been a bit hectic running around getting things ready for school. We've been pulling out clothing and backpacks and school supplies in an attempt to be fully prepared by Tuesday so that Wednesday morning runs smoothly. The kids have declared their excitement of starting a new school year and being around their friends on a daily basis. It's all cute the first few days but I know that, inevitably, things will change when the novelty wears off after about a week. Once homework becomes a constant and the early morning rising gets to be a burden the attitudes will change. Here's to a new school year! God help us all!

Tired

I am feeling very tired today. As I sit here typing this entry I feel sluggish and worn. I'm kind of having a hard time with this today. I suffer from thyroid disease and as much as I would like to be able to kick this condition in the ass and be healthy and energetic there are days when I just can't feel well no matter what I do. I've been gluten free for about 3 weeks now (with one or two days where I ate something I shouldn't have) and have felt a bit better but not the way I would expect to. I did lose a couple of pounds though and that makes me feel accomplished. The weight thing really affects me too. Could that be considered an eating disorder? I stress about 2 or 3 pounds like they were 10-15lbs. I think about it every waking moment and torture myself endlessly about the weight. It's not so much about the way I look with the weight as much as it is about the poundage on the scale. I stand on the scale and pray that the numbers are lower and when they aren't I get sad. For real sad! I let it affect my mood. That sounds crazy, right? I think it is but it doesn't stop me from obsessing about it. Thyroid disease means that I have to work harder than others to accomplish small feats. It's not fun. For now I'm going to try and get some rest and forget about how I feel if I can. Until tomorrow. Good night.

Wish List Addition

image via lagarconne

These boots are a bargain at $1274! Holy Jesus!

Woodstock Love

I wasn't born until a couple of months after this festival took place but I would have loved to be a part of this time of love and peace. I think I would have fit in pretty well.

Finally

My daughter finally had her surgery on Friday. It was so difficult for me to witness her so anxious and afraid. She had to have general anesthesia because she needed an extraction and some cavities filled plus she was supposed to be fitted for a retainer. The days leading up to the surgery were filled with nervous anticipation for all of us. I couldn't mention the word surgery without having her tell to me please not say that word. Everything went well but took longer than was expected because she felt pretty sick after she woke from the anesthesia. She needed to sleep it through and finally felt well enough to go home. She's now happy and running around and wanting a lot of ice cream.

Kids!

Tonight as we were sitting around the living room watching tv and playing a board game my daughter came up to me and says very matter of factly, "Mom, I think you should give my brother some Motrin?" So I ask her why wondering if he is in pain. She says, "He needs it so he can fall asleep and not bother me so I can sleep in peace." My husband looks at me and just laughs. I tell her Motrin doesn't help you sleep but she's convinced it does. So I should sedate my son with some Motrin so he won't talk my daughter's ear off as they're trying to go off to sleep. My daughter is one funny kid!

P.S. She's getting her surgery tomorrow and I'm sure she's worried. I feel so bad about this because I know she thinks it's her fault because she may not be doing a good enough job at brushing. It's not her fault but maybe I should run with it so she takes really good care of her teeth.