When I was in jr. high, my homeroom teacher called me “Mambles” because he said I mumbled & rambled all day long. The last time I wrote a mambling post was 4.5 years ago, so without further ado…here are a few of my mamblings today.
- I just booked a plane ticket to visit my sister in Ohio in May. We are spending 2 days at her place (I finally get to see where she lives and works!) and then taking a road trip to Chicago so I can meet her boyfriend, and we are going to go to a couple of baseball games at Wrigley Field. I am SOOOOO excited!
- Harvey quit nursing 9 days ago (I really need to write a post about this, too). 7 days ago he was crying inconsolably and so sick that I offered him my breast, just to see if it would help. He literally latched for only a split second before giving me the funniest look, seemingly completely confused why he would ever want my boob in his mouth. How in the world do they forget something so quickly that was such a huge part of their lives?
- During said fit above, Harvey gave himself a serious black eye around 1am early Monday morning. I haven’t been able to get a good pic of it (especially the part on his eyelid), but it was seriously impressive. Poor kid.
- We drank a shitload of beer and stayed up until 1am last Saturday at the hockey tournament. It was fun, but man oh man, Charlie and I were talking on Sunday about how we are too old for that. Funny part is that we were the YOUNGEST people there – so maybe it’s just the fact that we have young kids that we couldn’t handle it? Everyone else was in their 40s-50s and partying like rockstars. Ouch!
- I’m having lots of thoughts regarding quantity vs. quality of exercise and how my FitBit isn’t necessarily affecting that in a good way for me. More on that next week I think.
- I deposited Jaime’s tax refund checks into the kids’ college savings accounts yesterday. The Feds got it right but the state fucked up and put her name on the check instead of mine. It definitely gave me a sick pit in my stomach when I saw “pay to Jaime” on that check. Thankfully our little local bank said they’d accept it anyway (it was a whopping $57) so I didn’t have to call the state and try to get it fixed. I walked out in tears. I think it’s the final piece of her life that was left for us to handle.