I tried taking a nap today (we’re trying new things!):
I put Malachi to sleep
Went to the bathroom
Packed a Wake-Up snack (popcorn)
Set my phone to airplane
Lured Achilles into bed with me
then I just laid in bed for 20 minutes, eating popcorn. Good effort, girl
At what point in my marriage did I go from “I really like this man so I want to impress him” to “ I’ll just wear my garbage shirt because the only person that’ll see me today is Christopher?”
Being in a [healthy] marriage is cool because I get to LIVE with the most attractive person I KNOW. that just dawned on me
Slight detour from regular content
My Papa died this week (94 years old!!) and he’s 100% in heaven right now. It’s still very sad and I miss him tonsss but how COOL is it that he is in heaven, with Jesus, out of pain, hanging out with everyone else?? It just blows my mind. What a privilege we have to love Jesus and go there when we die. a PRIVILEGE. I’m sad for myself but so so so happy for that. it’s a privilege, y’all. eat some pie
(that’s my nose, poking through the crib) I’m obsessed. I can’t just LET HIM go to sleep are you kiddin’ me
I came to breakfast and Christopher had a really sweet Valentine’s Day card on my table. I said “You remembered! Thank you for the card” and he says he has used the SAME CARD for the past THREE YEARS but I don’t remember. And I say the same thing “you didn’t sign it, so you can reuse this card” EVERY YEAR. ❤️ brain injury, memory loss
I have a new tactic of responding to scammers via Facebook (there are sooo many??) by saying “you’re under arrest” to make the stop. To scare them? It usually doesn’t work but it JUST WORKED. he apologized and blocked me
hehehehe
I’ve had the US Air Force and Marine Corps fight songs in my head for the past three days. Malachi has probably heard them both 15 times, but I’m not in indoctrinating because he’s not allowed to join the military!!!!
I started off the day with the best intentions of putting on an ugly outfit to wear just until I take a shower at Malachi’s first nap around 11am (so I wouldn’t waste a good outfit with a few hours’ wear). But next thing I know it’s 4:30pm and I still haven’t showered, still wearing a butt ugly outfit. God bless
I still wear a shirt that I won in a contest when I was in 9th grade, but now it has a hole in the armpit the size of my fist. But I CAN’T throw it away. I feel very attached. Christopher thinks that’s so silly but it’s normal???
I’ve reached an age where (I guess?) people have matured out of wiping their nose on their sleeves. Should I follow suit, or keep doing my own thing?
Christopher wouldn’t let me wake Malachi up from a nap so I waited until he went outside, then whispered “get up” into the intercom of the baby monitor. HAHAHA. in hindsight. I love him so much
9 month check-in:
I call Malachi a “bunion” and Christopher calls him a “turducken.” Nothing is normal over here.
So from now on, when someone says to me “what does assuming do?” (makes an ass out of you and me) I’m going to pretend they never spoke. It’s so dumb
Top reasons I’m thankful to be paralyzed in the wintertime, every year:
#1: when I’m lying in bed I can mash my freezing cold hands against my lower abdomen, and not feel the discomfort of the contrast.
#2: as long as I wear a sweatshirt, I can continue to wear dresses all through the cold weather. I look like a LOON, but why would I leave my house during cold weather, anyway???
hehe, see paralysis isn’t so bad
I got my first visible tattoo (& first one that I could feel!!) today and I kinda wanna see how long until I have to admit to it? This is a funny game I play
(it didn’t hurt! I love it!!)
I just bought a sweatshirt (for around the house) in a color called “safety orange.” See what marriage has done to me