That was an improvement

Today was better than yesterday.

Admittedly, that wasn’t a hard feat to achieve.

We got the kids to school early, so that went well. The Chosen One got me to the tire place just after it opened, but the traffic was such that he left from there to work. Ugh! The traffic must’ve sucked. And he was away from home for 13 hours! :(

My migraine kicked up a fuss about the smell at the tire place, but they were awesome, my tire got changed, and I’m happy. I have to find a local junkyard to get a donut/rim for a replacement spare, but that shouldn’t be too hard.

After work I got to Staples and Whole Foods before picking up kids. Shopping without them is much easier. We now have a station with pens & pencils & what-not on the breakfast bar for homework, so no more searching for a pencil. And I knew I was tired so I got easy food for dinner.

Ravenclaw had a friend over, and I got to show the mom around the house. :) It was nice to show off!

After the friend left we ran errands – we needed to go to Christmas Tree Shops to get curtains for the younger girls’ room and curtain rods for both girls’ bedrooms, plus some things here and there. It went really well.

I also got all my clothes put away! Woot! I feel so much better now. I got the coats hung up in the wardrobe, too, which also helps.

Tomorrow is April Fool’s Day, but it’s also Pinkie Pie day/Balloon Day in MLP world, and that’s what I focused on for lunches. I’m not feeling up to tricks/pranks this time.

And now to sleep so I can pretend to be a morning person again tomorrow. Yay.

A Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day

I think I’ll move to Australia.

50 points to your house if you get that reference.

Today didn’t go well. Nothing seemed to work out right. I got a flat tire on the way to church, and because I hadn’t gotten my spare tire fixed, we had to tow it to the tire place. Which isn’t open on Sundays. So we missed church. And The Chosen One had to come rescue us. Which put a wrench in his plans.

And now tomorrow morning he has to drive the girls to school and me to the tire place. Not in his plans at all. And I know how important his routines are to him. And I wrecked them. For two days.

Then every conversation went to hell. And I spent far too much time angry or crying. Nothing went right.

I had wanted to have the whole family watch Frozen together, and even that didn’t work out right. :( The computer and the TV wouldn’t talk to each other properly and we hadn’t gotten the DVD yet.


I feel like I ruined everyone’s day. Over and over and over again. I couldn’t get a good grip on anything, I kept feeling like I was under attack, even when things weren’t meant that way. I know I have baggage, but usually I can keep it under check, but today that went kablooie.

I really want a do-over. So much. But I guess all I can do is hope that tomorrow will be better. Of course, any day that starts in the tire place is bound to be awesome. Ugh.

I’m going to go turn on the fan, because I know The Chosen One sleeps better that way, then roll over and finish the cry that has felt stuck in my throat since dinner, and go to sleep. I really, really didn’t like today. And I don’t like feeling like this. I have this feeling that The Chosen One wishes he wasn’t stuck with us. And I hate that. I hate that I’m the biggest part of the reason he’s feeling that way.

I know I can’t control other people’s feelings, but that doesn’t help me when I’ve disappointed people and pissed them off. I hate doing that.


This was quite the fun post. But it is a good picture of how I’m feeling today.

I really wish we had gotten to church. At least that would’ve been something good to come of the day. Bah.

An historic evening

First, there was the non-historic day. I got to sleep in (yay!), then we started putting together the pantry. Only to find out, once it was almost completely put together, that we didn’t have the feet for it. Grr. So, either someone messed up in shipping it to us, or someone messed up when placing our order. Because we needed the feet.

This might require another trip to Ikea. Which wasn’t really in the plan.

On the other hand, this could get Hufflepuff her nightstand and bookcase without spending 3x the price by getting it elsewhere. Which is good.

So, after we couldn’t complete the pantry, The Chosen One and I went to The Container Store. For 2 hours. We were successful in finding several solutions to problems we had already defined (yay!), but then we found more solutions for problems that had not been defiled. Which is less yay, because that’s just spending more money. :)

The historic evening was at church. I brought all 3 girls to the General Women’s Broadcast. We had a ward get-together where we brought desserts (peanut butter balls and chocolate chip peanut butter cookies) and chatted before the broadcast. It was the first time the 8-adult females have gathered around the world to listen together. We heard some lovely talks, mainly about keeping the covenants from baptism through the temple. The temple was mentioned a lot. It was a very nice meeting. Hufflepuff ditched me to sit with her friends, and so did Gryffindor. Ravenclaw stayed with me because I had the colored pencils.

And, because I’m the most awesome parent ever, we went to Sonic for dinner after having had dessert. Brilliant.

Tomorrow is Fast Sunday, and we’re praying for my brother & sister-in-law’s baby to grow strong and healthy.

But now we sleep.

The new normal

For over 4 years I would take the bus and the train to The Chosen One’s house on Fridays after the girls went to their dad’s house.

Now I stay home and The Chosen One comes home from work to our house.

And, now Hufflepuff stays home with me rather than going to her dad’s house.

It’s something new to get used to.

I was used to the hour and a half of alone time on the bus/train with books and podcasts to decompress.

The Chosen One was used to time alone in his house to decompress.

Now he has an hour’s commute rather than a 10 minute commute.

It’s the new normal.

Better than expected

I’m not a big fan of Thursdays. I have to work a full day, find someone to pick up at least 1 kid, ideally 2, try to get kids to do homework at home alone, get home quickly, interact with kids before their dad gets them at 5:30-6, eat something myself, then do all my usual after-work stuff with only a couple hours to do it in. Ugh.

Tonight we also had to go to a concert for Ravenclaw. She plays the flute. It was an all-band concert, with kids from 4th grade (Ravenclaw and her friends) through high school. Yay.

I’m not a good band mom. I’m a much worse orchestra mom – I actively despised orchestra concerts. I was so happy when the older girls switched to chorus from band. So happy. Anyhow, I wasn’t looking forward to this concert because I’ve seen many bad concerts over the past 5 years of my kids being in public school.

I have to admit, though, that Ravenclaw and her friends did a very good job. The concert was much better than expected. It was also longer than expected. Because Ravenclaw was there with her dad (and Gryffindor), Hufflepuff and I left before it was over. My headache acted up. No, really, it did.

We saw the 4th grade band perform 3 songs, 2 of which were rounds. And then they got off the stage while the 5th and 6th grade bands came onstage. We saw them perform a total of 3 songs, and then they left and the middle school band came up. We watched them perform (one really, really good song, one mediocre song), and then we left before the high school played 4 songs.

Ravenclaw asked for chocolate rather than flowers as a concert gift, so we obliged with a Toblerone. She was quite happy.

I’m still getting used to seeing The Chosen One every day. I really like it. It’s fun to welcome him home! :) I’m looking forward to the weekend, though! Tomorrow is Friday! Woohoo!

It’s an adjustment

Now that we’ve been married for almost 2 months (wow!) after dating for 4 1/2 years, and living together for almost 2 weeks, I get asked a lot how things are going. It’s pretty easy to see if people are asking off-handedly or if they are asking because they care.

So there are two answers. “Just fine!” for the first people.

“It’s an adjustment!” for the second people.

I have 3 kids. Hufflepuff (15 1/2) is a pretty stereotypical teenage girl. She’s loud, has a bunch of friends, talks on the phone all the time, is sarcastic and loves a good eye roll and dramatic hair flip, and it’s all about her.

Gryffindor (13 1/2) is in her own world (really), and can either be quiet and easy to have around or she’s loud and baiting her sisters. There’s not a lot of in-between for her. She takes some getting used to as she has some, um, quirks. She might be a bit phobic about some things. Or just odd.

Ravenclaw (10 1/2) is a pretty stereotypical 4th grade girl. Everything is about her friends. She’s loud, a bit whiny, loves pretty things, and wants everything immediately. She’s obsessed with TV and screen time (ugh) and is really happiest when she either has a friend over or is watching TV. She has friends over a lot.

None of them are quiet. Well, except Gryffindor sometimes. None of them are easy. And they’re used to having a bustling house with lots of chaos.

It’s an adjustment

I married the bestest guy ever. I love The Chosen One more than I could’ve imagined. It’s clear he has to deal with a lot of my baggage (i.e.: me constantly apologizing for being sick, expecting bad treatment for things, etc), and he’s really good natured about it. And he loves the girls. Absolutely. He had really been upset at all he was missing out on before we moved in together. He loves spending time with them and doing stuff.

But, I also married an only child. Not only that, but an only child who had lived alone for decades.

So, it’s an adjustment. We’re used to sharing everything. He’s not. We’re used to chaos, loudness, and a certain level of crazy. He’s not. The weeks we’ve spent together on vacation together are very different from the day-to-day of getting everyone to school, church, work, and activities.

It’s an adjustment.

It’ll all be ok. But there’s a lot to get used to. And compromise. From all of us. There are things we’ll all have to accept in each other. But it’s all worth it. Because we’re a family. And no matter what we’re in this together.

But it’s still an adjustment.

Not as tired

It’s possibly not a good sign about the past week, but today felt like a good day because I didn’t accidentally fall asleep at any point during the day. It was nice to not feel exhausted throughout the day at least.

Today’s conversation on the way to school started out with a conversation about Dame Maggie Smith and how she was fighting breast cancer during Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince and resting in a muggle wheelchair. The rest of the conversation devolved from there into questions about what a wizarding wheelchair would look like, could Madame Pomfrey regrow amputated limbs, and how sacrilegious is it to requote Luke 1:37 as “Ron 1:37 – with Madame Pomfrey nothing is impossible”

However, the dinner conversation was not as exciting. We were talking about why vegetarians didn’t care about the pain and suffering of vegetables being cooked for dinner when they care about the pain and suffering of animals dying for their dinner.

In other news Hufflepuff wants to go to a conference that’s on my little brother’s birthday. I’m fine with that, but for some reason my oldest brother’s 50th birthday party is that night. Even though his birthday is 7 months later. I don’t understand.

AS I’m typing this The Chosen One and Gryffindor are having a very odd conversation that’s mixing yoga, kung fu, and random thoughts. I dare you to have a conversation with Gryffindor that isn’t random. “You can be a superhero! Like Super Kung-Fu Man!” “My favorite yoga pose is corpse pose.”

The apathy is strong in this one

I didn’t want to get up this morning. At all. I felt horrible. But, I was teaching, so I got up anyhow. It was fine. Except that I dozed off in Sacrament meeting and then again in Primary. Yeesh.

We were supposed to go to two church meetings tonight, but I was too tired. It really wasn’t safe for me to drive into Boston when I am that tired.

I did meet the people to take away the loft bed and the table, so there was success there.

Otherwise I took meds and slept for much of the day. I felt wretched and couldn’t motivate myself.

After 4 I felt a little better and we were able to move some furniture upstairs. I’m hoping to put some of my clothes into the dresser tomorrow. That would be useful. Much better than in piles in boxes.

Ravenclaw and Gryffindor got a lot of their stuff put away and boxes emptied, too, which is very good. They wasted a fair amount of the day watching TV, but that was when I was feeling horrible, so I can’t really complain.

Here’s hoping tomorrow is a better day! Blerg.

On the plus side, even crummy days are better now. The Chosen One was an adult in charge when I was passed out. It was really helpful to know I didn’t have to worry.

Tip for the day – regular gluten-free Annie’s mac & cheese is yummy. The instant microwavable type, tho? NASTY.


It was a lovely day. I woke up to my husband wishing me a happy birthday. And then we went and packed up stuff from his house. He was trying to save money and use Budget rather than Uhaul, but the Budget rental place was actually closed. Yeesh!

I, rather honestly, would’ve preferred to go to my niece’s party, but we did what was necessary rather than what was fun. I did get sushi and a Limonata soda out of it, so it wasn’t all bad.

Came home and my cousins got me a gift (wind chimes) and ordered me a cake! So nice! And so yummy. So unnecessary, but so lovely.

We had dinner at the 99, and everyone was happy. The Chosen One had steak, Hufflepuff had steak tips, Gryffindor had a salad and a loaded baked potato (hold the bacon), Ravenclaw had a bacon cheese burger, and I had a special – buttered lobster roll! (without the roll). It was good.

Then we saw Muppets Most Wanted at the local theater, and that was both good and fun. There was much happiness.

It was a good day. Oh, and I got a lovely new ice cream maker from my parents. And flowers! A good birthday for sure.