||[Sep. 2nd, 2010|04:17 pm]
Look at the title. Now look at these words. The title explains a lot about my life right now. That's the title that describes my life. Your life could be like my life, if only you titled your LJ posts the same way. Now look at your lap, now back at your screen. I'm in a chair.|
On another note . . . I'm worrying a lot about what people are thinking about me, about Brad, about our problems and situation. And I know I'm doing the right thing for me and for the babies. Because it feels right, although painful. Things CAN get better, I hope.
The home is shaping up. TV is mounted on the WALL and there are SHELVES! OMG! Progress! Thanks to Aradia and Kyle for the help yesterday, and thanks to Steph for the help and company earlier yesterday.
Kitchen is getting organized better. Need to do some deep cleaning. Laundry is a never ending task, really. Gotta purge maternity clothes, anything I don't want, don't fit into, etc.
P$ is being a good friend these days, although if you asked me two weeks ago, I might have had a different assessment. Ah well. Communication goes a long way.
Carly and I have gotten to talk. Love that. We should do fun things.
Rylie is almost 3 months old now, and he's a charmer. Smiles at just about anyone who talks to him. Working really hard on his sitting, can grab and place objects in his mouth, is always moving. BEAUTIFUL baby, like REALLY PRETTY BABY. And I'm his mom, it's my job to say stuff like that, but seriously . . . this kid is gorgeous.
Also, I have to start selling off my stash of slings, pool all my gold pieces, shine up my resume, and start thinking about working. People, as a person who really LOVES to be a mom, this is going to be a painful prospect. As well as possibly very hard on the children in various ways. Gotta keep the options open. Work out of the home prospects first, then perhaps more after that . . .
Talk to me.
I like interacting, remembering that I have friends.