I don’t blog as much these days. I blame Twitter for that. Why write a big blog entry after I’ve tweeted sentences here and there throughout the day? But I do love blogging. I have no plans to retire from it… ever. So fully expect me to blogging somewhere (hopefully still at jenn.nu!) when I’m crinkling around in Depends at 72. If I live that long. Sadly, with heart disease, stroke, high blood pressure, diabetes and a few cancers all running on both sides of the family, I’ll count my lucky stars if I make it to 65. And that is no joke.
But anyway. I am way too young and it is way too early in the day for me to be moping over how many years I have left. I’m only 25, after all. Though honestly, 16 and even 20 seem worlds away. Lifetimes ago. How the heck did I get from THERE to NOW? Marriage? Kids? Work? Eyeball-height debt? For real? I always wondered how people progressed from being a teen to an adult with all the perks and trials that go along with adulthood, and here I am, living it day in and day out.
This past month has just whizzed by. With Alyssa in preschool three days a week and Ryan in preschool four days at week (at two different preschools, mind you), and work and household crap (seriously, if I had the money I would hire a housekeeper. I hate cooking and cleaning and doing laundry. I do it all because 1) we need to eat and 2) I NEED a clean and organized house, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy it.) and some other things that I’ve been busy taking care of in preparation for some other thing, I’m hitting the ground running by 8:00am. And I’m ready to fall over and pass out by 8:00pm. If not a little sooner. But I stay up until 11-12ish because there are just NOT enough hours in a day.
Alyssa is still loving preschool, and her teacher remarked that she is doing so much better this year (last year Alyssa had this thing where she wanted to things her way and at her convenience. She also liked to steal the teacher’s apples and eat them. No, I am not making that up.). Ryan… is Ryan. He has great days, good days, and a few bad starts/ends here and there. He goes on and on and on about pwee-cool and the pway-gound, but there are some mornings when he doesn’t want to get out the door or get into the car, so I get a work out slinging his 40 lb. self around.
Ryan gets to ride a mini-cheese (aka small yellow school bus) to and from his special education preschool. Thank you, property taxes & county taxes! It’s nice not having to drive him back and forth, especially since that preschool is over at the elementary school, which is 4.8 miles/12 minutes from here (as opposed to the lovely 0.3 miles/2 minutes for the regular preschool). The bus comes right to the house (after I called the transportation office to bitch at the stupidity of having the bus stop right on the BUSY, 45mph main road that our road branches off of. I’m pretty sure I said something like, “Ryan is autistic. He wanders. He runs. He does not LISTEN. He is also three years old. Do you really want that kind of liability on your hands?”) to pick up him up at 8:40am, and another mini-bus brings him back at 11:30am. He has two buses dedicated to him. Ridiculous, I think. Wouldn’t it be cheaper to pay one employee to drive around and pick up multiple kids and maintain just one bus, instead of paying two employees for shorter amounts of time and maintaining two buses? But hey, so long as the state-mandated transportation is provided, I’m not going to complain. If they want to play musical school buses between here and the school, they can knock themselves out.
I need new jeans. But I’m not quite in the size I want to be in, so I’m not going to spend $100 on three pairs of jeans only to turn around and do it again in December. So I’m waiting. And running around in a few annoyingly baggy pairs of jeans. I seriously throw them in the dryer on the sanitize setting (hehe) for 20 minutes before I wear them. Not only do they still bag, but I also burn the shit out of myself on the searingly hot button and zipper. Toasty jeans on a chilly morning are quite nice though!
All right. I took a break to blog, but now that break is over. I have approximately one hour before I need to go pick up the kids from preschool, and I plan on using that hour productively!
P.S. Dan got a makeover! He manscapes. He wears sexy low-rise, snug-in-ALL-the-right-places jeans and polos. He is now wearing CONTACTS, and got his hair cut so that it’ll grow out in a tousled, bed-head style. He even styles it with guy-pomade. And check out the sunglasses!
Rawr. ;)
Your site looks great! I LOVE the rotating picture on top!! You have to show me how you did that one day
Congrats on your weight loss!!
haha Dan is lookin good ;).
I’m totally with you on the twitter thing… it feels like I’ve already said everything I want to on twitter, so why blog? But like you I think I will always blog.
twitter has really whacked me out on updating the site! not that i was really great about updating before I had it, but I did somewhat better.
that thing with alyssa and eating her teachers apples totally makes me chuckle.
glad things are going so well for you. and i dont know if i told you or not but
happy belated anniversary
It’s crazy you even had to call to request the bus to pick Ryan up at your house. Here any special needs child is given rides on a special bus which picks them up and drops them off at their home. I think it’s part of their IEP.
Good job on the weight loss! I’m having the same issue with jeans right now. Some fit, some don’t, but most are getting pretty saggy. For the most part I’m smaller now than before I was pregnant.
So I have NOTHING to wear.
@Ashley: The IEP did get the transportation set up; in fact the office called me to let me know that it would start and what buses would pick him up at what time. But I had to call back and beg/insist/bitch that they have the drivers stop on the road in front of our house, rather than the initially designated “bus stop” — which is at the end of our road at a T-intersection with a VERY busy road. The office agreed, but it wasn’t communicated to the morning driver, just the afternoon one. That’s why I had to call on Tuesday morning, to find out why the driver wasn’t there. That sucked, heh.
And I hear you on being smaller than you were since being pregnant. I’m about five pounds away from being smaller than I was when I was pregnant with Alyssa! It feels great, but yeah, baggy jeans galore.