I had to break one of my new year’s resolutions this morning and I wasn’t very happy about it. I mean, it wasn’t really a resolution as much as it was seeing how long I could go without.
I loathe Walmart, and want to basically never shop there ever again, but they’re holding my vision prescription hostage and I don’t want to see another optometrist so I had to go there this morning. Well, I actually went there Saturday because I accidentally broke one of my contacts in half, which was probably a good thing because I’d been wearing a pair of monthly lenses for about a year and a half. I was (over)due for new ones and it’s a miracle I didn’t lose or break one of them in that time. But the vision centre wasn’t open Saturday or Sunday, which left me wearing my glasses for the weekend. I loathe my glasses partly because I don’t like how I look in them but mostly becasue they give me a hardcore headache, making work impossible. I went again on Monday, but they don’t keep a prescription as high as mine in stock, so I had to order them and finally got to pick them up this morning.
Also, the sign said they opened at 9:00am and there was nobody there till 9:05am. Now I’m just picking a fight. Diamond shoes, my friends. But I was so happy to finally put the new lenses on my eyeballs and feel the instant relief of my five-day headache.
Sometimes I wonder why I keep this blog alive when all I do is write about the Bachelor. Lame, I know, I’m sorry. I just find that I have less to say now than I did when I started this blog nearly ten years ago. Or maybe I just don’t feel the need to share as much as I used to. I remember it used to be that if I didn’t write for an entire week, it was a big deal. Now I can go a month without wanting to write a single word, and not really caring much at all if I do or not. Maybe turning 30 killed blogging for me. Maybe it was something else entirely, who knows.
I also have been reading blogs less in general as more and more of my favourite bloggers blow up their blogs in favour of other social media outlets, and more and more bloggers are going the way of advertising rather than stories. Though if the advertising has a story in it, I’m still game.
In other news, I think Preston has come to the end of his napping time. I think part of it is because he doesn’t expel much energy in the morning. The next few days are supposed to be warmer, so hopefully we can get outside and tire him out, becasue I’d hate for him to be napless when he starts daycare next month. Though he’s only there one afternoon a week so maybe it’s not a big deal, but his buddy will be napping so it would be convenient if he napped as well.
We started Liliana on Quiet Time when she stopped napping (I cannot remember how old she was, only that we were living in Regina at the time), and she still has afternoon Quiet Time on the weekends. I just don’t know how much Preston understands, though I’m guessing it’s a lot more than I think he does. I tried explaining Quiet Time to him today, as in, he has to stay in his room and play if he’s not going to nap, but he kept coming out, saying, “All done! Out! Watch show?” For the record, he didn’t get his way. But I did agree to let him watch The Little Mermaid while we picked everyone up from school and work. It’s one of his favourite movies, a genetic trait he gets from his Auntie Tali.
I love spending my days with that little redhead. Partly because he’s rad, partly because he’s my last baby, and partly because I didn’t get to do this with his sisters. I worked full-time from the time the girls were six months old, so having this time at home with him has been priceless. I start a “real” job in a little over a week, but it’s only nine or so weekday hours, so we still get lots of time together.
(“Real” job meaning I have to be on time for it and can’t work on my own schedule. After three years of deadlines rather than scheduled hours, it should be interesting. But it’s a job I love, so maybe that will make it easier.)
I escaped to Starbucks this evening to get some design work done and had my first coffee of 2014. It wasn’t a resolution to avoid caffeine, but I’ve been trying to avoid it for a while now because it increases my anxiety and gives me a stomach ache, and I really don’t need more of that. I can handle coffee if I’m in a calm, controlled environment, basically meaning when I’m not around children, which is pretty much never. (No complaints there, just a fact.) I don’t drink much of it anyway, and when I do, it’s usually lukewarm and black, like my soul. Except during pumpkin spice season, when it’s lukewarm and orangey-brown, because I’m so terrified of burning my tongue that I wait too long and end up being accustomed to not-hot coffee. I never said I made great life decisions.
Though I did buy an igloo today, so there’s that.