eatthefrostingfirst

It's almost that time again. Six months are passing me by Time to recheck the boobs. Or boob- as the case may be. My mammogram isn't until July but I'm already getting panic stricken. I'm getting these twinge like feelings in HB (healthy boob) which is what happened to me pre-cancer. Twinges. I was convinced I had Breast Cancer. And I was right. Granted I've been known to over react. I get migraines and tell dear husband I'm dying of an aneurysm. I know I'm not. But twinges... just gave me a feeling. Do I think I have breast cancer in HB? No. But I panic anyways. Because that's what I do best. And I have reason to panic. Sitting here reading a blog of a guy who wrote a book called The Council of Dads hasn't helped my panic mood much. This is a husband of someone I went to HS with who just battled Osteosarcoma (bone cancer) He blogs about his battle and the book; from what I have gathered, is about a group of men he asked to help with his children- be...

Mommy's conversation with youngest "Are you so excited to be going into Kindergarten in September?" "Yes; but Mommy, I dont know what math is" "Math is doing stuff with numbers. Like when you add things or take them away" "Like if I have balls and then add a ball?" "Right. So if you have 4 balls and we take one away, how many are left? "Three balls" "Great job honey. That's right!" "Mommy. I know Math!!"

Why is it that I think that the next time I eat McDonalds I WONT feel sick afterwards? Got french fries for lunch~ no sandwich. After all, I'm dieting. So how many calories can an order of French Fries be? Don't ask. And even just the fries make you feel sick. I officially ban McDonalds from passing through these lips again. Seriously, what was I thinking? This is what I get for letting youngest eat there. I'm never going to lose my remaining 5lbs if I keep this up. Not to be tangential but.. Why do I need to put my dryer on for two cycles no matter how much laundry I have in there? 10 days till Disney. Have managed to still keep it a secret from the boys yet I'm so anal that it's making my skin itch that I can't start packing. But I have my lists made. Of course. You're lucky you only read this blog. Poor Dear Husband is going to have to listen to me complain all day about aforementioned McD disaster.

I'm attending Kindergarten Parent Night next week. Not for my current Kindergartner but for my future one. Youngest enters K in the Fall. Oldest goes into First Grade. I'm really finding it hard to believe that in a few short months I will have two children in Elementary School. It's true when they tell you "The days are long but the years are short" Yes. My days are long. I spend them driving youngest to preschool, coming home to shower and spend my remaining free hour doing things like laundry, trips to the market, cleaners, CVS or random medical appointment. I then rush to pick youngest up from preschool, feed him, entertain him (because lets remember youngest isn't my independent play child), attempt to still get him in for a nap (time is running out. He asks me daily when he can stop napping and I told him when he is five. 3 more months until I need to entertain for longer than 2 hours), await for oldest to get dropped off by the bus, spend 20 minutes coe...