Kathryn. Real.

My mother just got diagnosed with walking pneumonia.  ENOUGH WITH THE SICK AND INJURED ALREADY!

This afternoon Ellis was watching Blues Clue’s while I caught up on some blogs work. I was half listening to Steve say:

Oh yeah! Paprika uses the potty because she’s a big girl. (or something to that effect)

At the exact moment he finished his sentence I coughed so hard I peed my pants. Not all the way obviously, but enough that a change of underwear was in store. Sexy right?

The rain is back and with it came a shit storm to casa Tschoepe.  Friday Kent crashed on his bike and fractured his hand.  Sunday Ellis and I came down with fevers coughs, chills, stuffy/runny noses and general grumpiness.  We’re feeling much the same today.

I’ve learned that one thing I truly suck at is mothering while I’m feeling sick and feverish.  I get easily frustrated, and resentful that I’m not able to curl up in bed and take care of my damn self.  I know, mother of the year.

Back to trying to convince my two year old that running around the living room in circles isn’t good for his fever.

We’ve had nothing but sunshine for over a week and counting. Ellis and I have been spending our days on the playgrounds and beaches, making the most of this unexpected gift. When it’s sunny like this, where we live is paradise. Flowers are popping up out of the ground, trees are blooming, and I’m starting to feel like I’m thawing out too. God I love the Spring.

I did it last weekend and am still getting used to it. It was a two step process because of how blond I was. I ended up with a lot of breakage and split ends so I’ve been doing some pretty intense hair repair treatments all week. It seems to be working. Here’s the part where I mention that I have zero make up on in this picture and I’ve been up since 6:45.

******UPDATE************

had to take that awful picture down.  man am i ever thankful for Bare Minerals.

*Sorry feed readers, slight screw up on my part meant double posting with revisions.

The kid, he’s always in motion…

I’m at the island in the kitchen opening mail.  I hate doing this because it just reminds me of all those debts from a past life with two incomes which we can’t pay on one.  It overwhelms me again and I start to cry.  Ellis, who has been playing at his train table in the far corner of the kitchen sees me, despite my efforts at hiding the tears.  He says:

E: I’m coming mommy, I’m coming.

He does, and in a moment is at my side giving me the sweetest hug imaginable.  I feel both amazingly lucky and crushingly guilty.  He shouldn’t have to comfort me.  But I’m so proud that he feels such compassion.

I just pulled out a long wiry hair from my chin.  And it was GREY.

I know everyone is waiting with baited breath for an update on the 30 pounds by 30 years old quest. And you know what’s worse than writing about something lame? Saying how lame you are for writing about something lame. Hi, I’m lame. Good to have you here to witness the depths to which my lameness has sunk.

Ahem…

The jogging thing was put on pause because first my knees started hurting like a sonava bitch. Then I threw my back out putting Ellis in his car seat. Jesus what am I 80? All this exercise is supposed to keep these things from happening in the first place right? At any rate, because I am mothafuckin determined to lose this weight I did not let these things deter me and instead looked into joining a gym. You know the one, it rhymes with “Why M.C.A”. Or something. Can you guys believe they let all four of us join for a mere 80 bucks a month? (excuse me while I go water our money tree.  I know it’s not much for a gym, but it is a lot for us to spend on anything monthly.) Really it’s 65 for Kent, Ellis, Yaya, and me. The extra is for the privilege of dropping Ellis off with a teenage girl who doesn’t want to be there between the hours of 8:45 and 1:15 M-F so I can go sweat my ass off on the Elliptical machine. Are those the most ridiculous hours you’ve ever seen? No weekends? No after 5? No time for Kent and I to go together? Why YMCA? Why?

My goal is to go every day for two weeks and see if it makes any difference in how I look. Notice I didn’t say feel? Honestly if I felt amazing but don’t have any body changes to show for it I’m not going to be very motivated to keep this up. But! So far so good. I managed to run 2.5 miles on the Elliptical machine today in 32 minutes.  Admittedly it’s much, much easier on the machine than in real life running. Nor will that set any records, but my new thing is to take whatever little accomplishments I can.  Plus if you had told me 3 weeks ago I’d be running 2.5 miles anywhere at any time in any way I’d have laughed heartily and asked you to pass me a Guinness or two.  No really.  Did I mention I’m sore?

Our particular YMCA has a wet sauna and dry sauna AND a massage room in the women’s locker room, all of which is great of course, except that you have to go through the prison/horror-movie style shower to get to all of it.  Which, no thank you, I’ll just be sweaty and un saunaed.  I never know where to look in those places.  Do I look at the ground?  Do I look only at faces?  Do I look straight ahead?  Am I completely uptight about this for no reason?

Ellis is having a difficult time with being dropped off in the toddler room.  I’ve never left him anywhere he wasn’t completely familiar with by himself in his entire life so I suppose it’s to be expected.  We’re calling it “school” in an attempt to make it feel better for him.  But the entire process is gut wrenching and I have too much to process to write about it just yet.  Especially at the end of this very long, basically pointless post.

I have a question for you guys.  If you’re still here.  Hi!  I’m still rockin the lame!

I’ve lost 3 or 4 jeans sizes (depending on the cut and brand of clothes) since September when I started acupuncture.  I don’t weigh myself and don’t want to start so I have no idea how much that size difference translates to.  Does anyone have an estimation or know where I can find one?  I want to know if going down one size is equal to losing 5 pounds or what.

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