It seems as though I wake up each day wanting to write, but never seem to make the time. And for the last couple of days, I’ve been finding more of it; time that is. I’m still undecided if I’m comfortable with this- now being forced to wash my dishes, drag out the Christmas tree and put away hundreds of cards, letters, and photographs that have been covering vital floor space. I’m sick of hopping out the door in the morning. It’s much easier to retreat back into my flannel sheets with Roscoe. Now I have to get up to not only feed him, but myself.
Which is a plus. I weighed in last week just as I told myself I would: -2.0 pounds! I’m weary to think it’s because for a while I wasn’t even eating a full meal a day, but I’ve been committed to eating healthfully this week and I will find out if it’s paying off. By the way, that’s 9.2 pounds in eight weeks- pretty darn good if I don’t say so myself. I’m excited to see the results once I commit to working out on a daily basis. Because this is my last week without class, I’ll be getting up the remainder of the week before work to stay fit. Don’t want to look like this.
To ring in the new calendar year, I spent my time driving and crying. With an open bottle of fake champagne and Mariah Carey blasting in the background. Nothing special, really. Thankfully before leaving, I packed Roscoe and I; for we were headed on a roadtrip. To watch the kiddos! I thought Lisa and Augie were headed to Naples, but no. These rebels were off to Vegas. Here are a few photographs taken during my five days of hell. I mean visiting. Really. I do love these kids and miss the cash. But seriously, I don’t know how I did this for six+ years.
Lisa and Augie sent multiple photographs to me to show the children some of the things they were doing. We’ve all been to Vegas together and recognized Paris Paris! the gondola ride and the New York rollercoaster. What they did not recognize or realize was made of wax, was Lady Gaga. Rocco’s favorite performer at the moment.
So on the last evening after dinner, we turned on the music and rocked out in the living room to some much needed Gaga, Katy Perry and Taylor Swift. I have many funny videos to share, however I don’t really want to spend the time this evening uploading them to YouTube first. Before we knew it, Roscoe and I were on our way home. He had to borrow Bella Poo’s carrier because his cardboard one broke earlier in the trip.
I was thankful to bring him home earlier in the day when I had some “free” time because they didn’t get in until 2:30am. And I crashed when I walked into the apartment shortly before 4am. He’s been very snuggly since returning, and frankly, I don’t mind. The week was a success. Huge payday and only one minor breakdown. The children of course love “him” and this is because he has been in their lives just as long as I have. One day I couldn’t take all of their references and had to lock myself in the bathroom for a few minutes to just cry. Of course, they were standing outside the door, clawing to get in like I hadn’t been feeding them. When I finally came out (Ava emphasizing the finally after only three or four minutes), Rocco kindly stated that he heard me crying. Upon asking me why, I told them I was just really sad. Of course why was asked and I told them the truth: I really really missed “him” and that I just wanted to see him. Of course, Ava began crying because she missed her mother and it was an all around sob-fest. One breakdown in six+ years I think was pretty deserving. And rightly handled by all parties.
I’ve returned home to being at work at Sage and for that I am thankful. The days go by super fast because classes start next week and once again, I’m alone. My partner’s last day was last week and we are now back to the interview process. But I don’t mind, my days go by quickly. And BONUS! We have four o’clock hours, which means I walk home in daylight. Can’t believe classes start back up again next week- it’s another semester of four graduate courses. But after this… CHINA! It’ll go by fast and for this reason I need to find textbooks asap.
My new year officially begins in thirteen days, and to be honest, I can not believe that I’m going to be twenty five. I guess I just don’t feel old enough because I am no where near where I thought I would be at this point in my life. I am by no means complaining but we all have those mental pictures and story running in our heads, it’s hard to rearrange the words. I’ve already come up with my resolution for this new year, but am not going to share until the day arrives. I can guarantee that it won’t have anything to do with working out and being fit like every other American. Believe me, it’s a good and realistic one.
I’ll leave ya’ll with a photograph I took to send to Daniel. Because Roscoe was locked up in his room, Daniel was the sole caretaker and lover to my kitty cat. I’m sending him a thank-you with this as the cover- he’ll love it. It’s the shades he loves to wear in my car while cruisin’ the summer streets of Saratoga, the Vegas tee Lisa brought home for me, and Roscoe man. Oh, and the kissy face he gives me every night before turning off the lights. Yeah, this kid is badass.
More posts will follow filled with videos of us all dancing, singing (yes, be prepared for my voice), and boxing with the wii. And plenty of juicing & healthy eating recipes. I think I’m finally getting back into the swing of things.